Witchcraft gives power to the powerless

Power’s not given to you. You have to take it .

— God is so obviously a man, so the Devil protects her sisters – c.k

Roberto Ferri

Holy shit

MODERN GODS:

~Eris~

The fatherless daughter of Nyx(Night) or contrarily portrayed as the fitting twin to Ares(War). A modern Eris thrives on the chaos in the streets, on our technology, and through out the world of discord we exist within. With every inhale the riots heave, with every exhale the fires grow. In her wake dispute is instilled, and with every scream rebellion is rippled through our world. The pull of one tiny string sets off the domino effect of pure anarchy. She thrives.

boromirs:

“Do not try to be pretty.“ (x)

Reasons to date a witch

I offered to fix The Boy’s necklace so the knots slid and were adjustable, and he told me that one of the reasons he was attracted to me was because of my practical skills and general capability to fend for myself, but he hadn’t wanted to say it because it sounded too much like something an evolutionary biologist would say, but when he said it, I felt so valuable

Don’t ever let you tell you practical skills aren’t sexy.

thecarvingwitch:

She cannot come in onto holy ground except to visit the graves
Belladonna blooms where her bare feet walk, sweet bitter tea she serves to unsuspecting evil
With a smile

Song of vengeance

Experience tells me to kneel. “You are helpless,“ it says
“Kneel at the banks of the river Lethe and drink deep”
Lips and teeth and tongue bathed in the cool wet
It would taste sweet and leave me sleeping
Oblivious

My heart tells me that what I cannot remember is just as much of a torment.
Forget and be reborn. If I do and go around one more time

It will just happen again

In the blindness that led me into wild dogs I stumble into the shallows of the Styx
Sinking into the mud I let the water consume me, wishing I could close my eyes and drown
It floods into my mouth and ears until fury is all I taste and all I see

As the river embraces me I embrace the hate in my own heart, a flowing wound for each and every one
I emerge a serpent with a thousand sleepless eyes

You will drink deeply from the river Cocytus

I will drag you with my own iron stained hands

You will drink if I have to pry open your jaw and force it down your throat

Drink, drink from the river of wailing,
let it flow through you like Acheron lest I drag you there too

I will never again drink of Lethe, and I will see you burn.

I’ve had a fucked couple of days and it makes me wonder if this last year or so of love and support has made me soft. I used to be an animal Queen, and she’s still inside me, but she’s been sleeping by the fire so long. She’s waking now and I have no idea what to do because there’s nowhere to direct her.