Detail Of Ophelia, 1851, By John Everett Millais (1829-1896).

WTF

W ant T hat F rog

Things to bring back in books:

Chapter titles

Actually having a synopsis on the back instead of reviews no one will read

new alignment chart

Things I’ve Learned

As both a witch and someone who makes more mistakes than there are cells in my body

just do what works

like i’m serious if screaming at the moon works then do it

listen to your gut. it knows

work with what you have and don’t be afraid to cheat the system a little

eat after you preform magickal works, drink water

succulents are friends

spider plants can live just about anywhere but actual pots are best

rosemary doesn’t like water and will die very quickly if you over water it

aloe vera is a beast and flat out refuses to die

be like aloe vera

eggshells don’t decompose like other things they just kinda dissolve eventually

freezing eggshells keeps them fresh but they’re difficult to pry apart 

don’t use salt on plants they will die 

enchanting your makeup is a good idea

put sigils everywhere

don’t be afraid to do magick for practical/”mundane” things

always look at the mundane causes for things first

showers are a great time to self-cleanse and ward

screaming and throwing your grimoire at spiders is probably going to happen eventually

you should probably set up a schedule or an alarm to water your plants

store your seeds away from water 

dandelions are friends

don’t pick the first dandelions of spring! bees need those to get started

sometimes just asking for something to lend it’s energy is enough

sometimes doing spells is the equivalent of kicking the universe in the knees until it does the thing

cursing bad people with lots of supporters is very difficult, but worth it 

be very careful with your wording and intent

your spells probably aren’t going to work out the way you thought

🌟🌹💐⭐😂❤💕☺😍😘😇💗

your last 12 used emojis will tell you how 2020 is going to be for you

I have bunch of NPCs for a campaign I was supposed to DM a year ago, but this is only presentable illustration atm.

Reblog if you are any kind of witch.

I’m going to follow every witch on tumblr. :D 

“I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car. Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters. Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?” Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.””

— Isaac Asimov

you ever think about how…… non-binary is just boneless gender

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring