Me, Having No Inspiration To Write In My Wip:

your grimoire does not have to be full of water colors, or illustrations, or dried plants, or essential oil infused ink. your pages do not have to be pristine, you don't have to include aesthetic tapes, or pretty polaroids.

you're allowed to mess up. your grimoire can have tears, or burns, or coffee stains, or wrinkled pages from the time you spilled your tea all over the place. it can be written in .5 mechanical pencil led or crayon.

the point is, your grimoire is apart of you. and if you love it, then you're doing it right.

Love this little pond ✨ IG: mamadivaaa

moss —

it grows everywhere. it takes over even the simplest of structure. but do not fret, because once you appreciate its' beauty, it will become your friend. it is necessary.

sometimes when i read other books/wips/about other’s wips, i start feeling like my characters/plot/wip are flat and uninteresting so this is a reminder to me and everyone that yeah, of course the thing you’re working on won’t seem as fun and sparkly as what other people are doing. that’s because you’re too familiar with it! you know the thing well! so sometimes, it feels boring/flat/not worth it but that doesn’t mean it is

keep on trucking you jupiter dwelling swans

me, crushing dried rose petals next to a glass of milk: so anyways, there I was, moon water spilling off my altar and a lit candle next to my paper towels, i was naked and couldn’t leave my circle in fear of invoking the wrath of the wraith, so-

my friends, concerned: dude.

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Divination

Tarot cards: you’re fucked. You’re life is fucked. Your whole family is fucked. Your great grandchildren will feel the consequences of your absolute stupidity.

Me: ummm… rude?

Pendulum: what’s up?

Me: so, is this thing gonna happen?

Pendulum: hell yeah!

Me: are you sure?

Pendulum: No way, my dude ;)

Me: is it gonna happen or not?

Pendulum: idk

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Runes: you will embark on a quest. You must begin packing supplies. Stock up on fur coats and hiking boots. Crackling fires and woodlands await you. You will-

Me: I haven’t even asked a fucking question yet

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Tea cup: you see these leaves?

Me: yep

Tea cup: dont they look like a circle?

Me: absolutely

Tea cup: what if I told you that it was supposed to be a walrus in a pickup truck?

Me: well, how would I even begin to interpret that?

Tea cup: that’s your fucking job, you lazy witch

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Ouija board: youtr dead

Me: thats a typo, you stupid demon

Ouija board: gramar elitist

Me: THERE’S TWO FUCKING M’s IN GRAMMAR

*demon flies out of Ouija board and bitch slaps me*

Tumblr: *goes ahead with the adult content ban*

miss tumblr? MISS TUMBLR? o my fuckn god she fuckn dead