I Hate Living In The City. The Worst Part Of The City. Lots Of Factories And Trash. Whenever I Go Out

I hate living in the city. The worst part of the city. Lots of factories and trash. Whenever I go out to get some fresh air I regret it. The air is almost unbreathable. The streets are too crowded. It's easier to feel magic around me during the night and when it rains and snows. One of the reasons why I believe in witchcraft is how much I love rainstorms. The sound it makes against my window. It's smell. I just pull my chair in front of my window and watch it. I love going to sleep listening to it. There was a storm at night after I experienced something that made my mental health way worse. I forgot all my problems while going to sleep listening to the thunder. Everything was okay just for that moment.

Witches who feel connected to the night, storms, snow and the rain, do you have any recommendations for a new witch? Any ideas for things to do in summer?

Once she told me to play my gothic rock playlist while lighting a candle in her honor instead of the playlist I made for her. I feel like she was reminding me that she's all things beautiful, not just the all love and light pink aesthetics I see her represented with online.

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goth aphrodite

Not related to anything on my blog but HOLY FUCK I LOVE CHAPPELL ROAN SO MUCH

It is easier to love yourself when you know that Aphrodite loves you.

She is the Goddess of beauty itself. If Aphrodite can perceive you, a mere mortal, and regard you as beautiful just the way you are, then there is really no point in thinking otherwise.

There have been multiple times where I've gotten spiritual gut punches because I was sitting there degrading myself. To call yourself ugly is to disagree with her word!

Aphrodite, my love, I thank you for the confidence you have granted me. Knowing you love me has made life more worthwhile. I am forever indebted to You.

Colour Correspondences: Pink

Light pinks bring in comfort and were found to have a calming effect. Meanwhile darker pinks are more vibrant and playful. Wearing a bright pink suit is a bold choice. It's not easy to pull off. The rest of this post is about my personal associations and they aren't based on colour psychology.

I associate pink with the self. Taking care of yourself, doing your skin care, taking a bath. Painting your nails. Wearing perfume. Forgiving yourself when you need to. I associate pink with romanticising daily aspects of life, seeing beauty in the mundane.

I also associate it with balance. Knowing when to eat healthy and when to eat a dessert. Thinking the best for yourself. Keeping your house tidy without becoming too overbearimg on yourself.

Mixing white into red and making it pink is like watering down your sudden anger to show your true intentions. When you are drowning in your anger you can hurt someone you love. For this reason I would use it for emotional control.

I think pink is an understanding colour. Keeping your cool unless what others do cause harm. Recognizing that people around you have feelings and reacting accordingly. For this reason I think it's also related to communication and therefore friendship.

link to my other posts on colour correspondences

Possible TW for homophobia, vent

When my brother told my parents that I'm a lesbian he said it like I was the filthiest being on the planet. Sick. Disgusting. Perverted. My mother shouted "What the hell is he saying." repeatedly. I denied it. I said he was making it up. The next day my father was like "But you don't look gay, we would notice signs from when you were growing up. Do you actually have feelings like that for women?" I couldn't respond because the feelings I have aren't just romantic. I'd been trying to reconstruct my ideas about sex but it all went out of the window when I was talking to them. I was too embarrassed. Then he decided for me that I am just confused because I got puberty late and don't feel attraction towards men yet. My mother had asked me before in the car because I've never had a boyfriend. "You aren't a lesbian or something aren't you? God forbid it." (She doesn't believe in God btw.) I had denied it of course. It's especially sad because she's a very loving mother.

"You know that I'll love you no matter what right?"

"You don't know how beautiful and smart you are."

"I'm glad I gave birth to you."

It would all be well if I wasn't gay. One little part of me that I can't choose.

The way I have been treated because of my lesbianism, the things that have have been said to me and the conversion therapy I have gone through all make me feel like I’m a gross sex obsessed person and the fear of being that or being accused of that is so overwhelming that it’s made me feel very locked in and helpless with what to do