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Kiyree Ta’Ire, shapeshifter, dryad, assassin
The earth beneath her paws was rough, covered in sticks and stones. It did not matter though. It was a welcoming sensation to finally feel the ground with all its shapes between her claw-spiked toes, to smell the moist earth, the bark of trees and their rustling leaves.
Her heart still raced inside her chest after she had chased a rabbit through the shrubs. For fun. Something Kiyree did not like but her wolf did. At times it was an odd thought that the wolf was a part of her, was who she was, and yet was so different to her. She loved the wolf though. Without her she would never be able to hear and smell and feel the nature like it was. Its beauty was limited even to her dryad senses.
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mushrooms are forest babies, sacred and protected and loved. respect them. they are a powerful tool.
do you feel it, too? everything feels off within the veil. the Earth is giving off signals, and no one can seem to read them. is she distressed? is she happy?
something's coming and it's eerie to see how many other witches feel it too.
the connection a witch has with nature is undeniable.
it's incredible, feeling at peace inside a humid forest.
it's unexplainable, feeling the energy underneath the water when you reach through it's current.
the connection we have is inside of everything. the sunshine, the rain, the call of the wind, the fire that keeps us warm— both inside and out.
we come from nature. we must treat her with respect.
self care is going into a thrift store and buying random items that work well with your craft. jars, bowls, candle holders, spice shelves, otherwise nonwitchy objects that can easily be personalized. i've bought some of my most favorite alter items from thrift stores.
it's a surreal feeling. and i wanna feel it again.
stop what you're doing.
listen to me.
breathe.
it's okay to be overwhelmed at the idea of writing in your wip. it's okay to procrastinate. you have all the time in the world. it's okay to write in it months later, if you need that break, if you can't find inspiration.
stop stressing over your penmanship. it can be fixed. stop stressing over your word choice. that's what editing is for.
if your wip feels incomplete, don't start over. reread, plan, write. save the editing for after it's all on paper.
as writers, we often terrorize ourselves for not writing perfectly the first time. thing is, we don't realize that we're giving ourselves reason to stop writing. nothing you write will ever be perfect the first time, maybe not even the second time.
you just have to remember to breathe, come back to it later, and leave those worries behind.
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big witch energy
crystals in your pocket
softly chuckle to yourself while staring into a strangers eyes like you know
dirt
talk to plants you walk by
nod at passing cats like old friends
when someone offers a hand to shake look at their palm instead and sigh deeply
rocks
stare at the sun stare right at it you coward
use a cauldron to cook all meals
…sage
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*