Attention Fellow Witches!

This week

In this week I have: Gotten dumped Been an hour and a half late to work Been contacted by my other ex Gotten into a car accident Got money taken from my account And been contacted by some old friends. I got friends going for me which is nice.. But holy hell I need some positivity in my life XD P.s. Adele's new song has me in tears.

I wonder if Morgan Freeman hates the way his voice sounds on recordings

🌳🌲 #naturephotography #nature #saturated #edits #edit #tree #trees #roots #tangled #hiking #trail #forest #woods #green #photography #park (at Cleveland Metroparks - Rocky River Reservation)

All I want to do is hug Pyrrha and comfort her

by Phazed

Love it. Want it.

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/109321422068/okay-so-myth-retellings-are-a-thing-now-i-guess

Okay so myth retellings are a thing now, I guess, so I would like to humbly request a novel about Hades and Persephone where Persephone is like “wow you’re kind of cute for the whole I run the world of the dead thing” and Hades just turns all blushy and is like “but you are literally a garden and...

So the other day I was watching The Princess and the Frog and I decided that Charlotte La Bouff doesn’t get nearly enough love and there’s a lot of reasons why.

Yes, most people who do love Charlotte think she’s hilarious, mainly there for comic relief and to fall unwittingly into Dr. Facilier’s evil plan. But Charlotte is so much more than that. She is an A+++ friend to Tiana and the fact that she is a white, upper class debutante makes this even more fantastic.

The film takes place in the 1920’s in the South. Do you know what it was like in the south in the early 20th century? It wasn’t good. Reconstruction messed up the south BAD, you guys. You still see a lot of fall out from that time period in terms of racism and social divides. It’s amazing that Charlotte and Tiana are such good friends despite being from such different backgrounds, but neither of them treat the other one any differently because of this. And even though Charlotte first met Tiana through Tiana’s mother, who was clearly a nanny or seamstress or another form of “help” in the La Bouff household, she continued to remain friends with Tiana even after her mother leaves their employment.

When Charlotte hires Tiana to cater her party, it’s not because she feels pity for her or her working class lifestyle. It’s because she’s like “damn girl, your beignets are fantastic, you have to bring them to the party tonight!” When Tiana is clearly going through an emotional time (after finding out she lost her restaurant) Charlotte literally DITCHES HER PRINCE to go comfort Tiana and make her feel better.

Charlotte has had everything in her life, and her only wish is to marry a prince and become a princess. It’s a silly, girlish dream, but it’s all she’s had because she could have anything else. It’s the equivalent of Rapunzel’s dream to see the lights or Aurora’s dream to meet her true love. She has such a hopeful outlook on life and fate having things work out for her, and yet even when she makes a deal with Naveen and he agrees to marry her, she realizes that Tiana is the one who found true love. TIANA is living out her dream and rather than get bitter, Charlotte GLADLY hands over her dream to Tiana. She could have easily forced Naveen to marrying her by kissing him before the clock struck twelve and forgetting about her friend, taking her dream that she’s wanted her WHOLE LIFE for herself, but Charlotte doesn’t even hesitate. “I’ll kiss him, no marriage required!”

Charlotte is a fantastic friend, showing us that it doesn’t matter which background you’re from - friendship knows no color and no social class. THAT is why Charlotte is so freaking amazing.

I'm gonna rant

My boyfriend just dumped me so pardon me. He left me because he doesn't love who I've grown to be. Totally understandable. Not going to pressure you to stay in a relationship where you don't love the other person. I'm actually really ok with this break up. The shitty part is I left one of the best relationships I've ever had to be with this man I thought was going to be my one. I was so sure that we were going to be together forever and we were perfect for each other. There were so many warnings though! I lost all of my friends! I thought 'oh if they're leaving me cause I'm dating this guy then they aren't real friends'. I left an amazing man but I thought 'Oh he's so much younger than me it'll never work anyways'. He started acting shitty right when we got together! Like holy Cthulhu was I blind?! So now I'm trying so fucking hard to repair all the damage I caused for a man who didn't even want me in the end. I can get my friends back.. But now I'm just left with so many 'what ifs' about that relationship I tore apart for him. That sucks. For anyone who reads this here's a little advice: Don't overhaul your life for ANYONE. If they really want to be in your life they will work around what you have set up. Don't change your dreams and goals to satisfy the other person. Don't let them walk all over you. You have a voice and you should speak up if something bothers you. You never have to stay. I don't care if you're on your fourth kid with this person and have no family to turn to. You can still leave if you want to, there are places you can go to get the help to leave. Don't let any significant other make you feel trapped. If being with someone takes a lot of change and really hurts than its not a good idea. Being in love should never hurt you. There's my advice. I just made a really stupid mistake. If you've read all of this I actually do love giving advice and receiving it myself. So feel free to message me. Always looking for a friend.

this is lowkey terrible but I just felt like doing this bc it’s pride month so enjoy Victuuri’s matching shirts ❤️💛💚💙💜

A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.