✨Out here looking like the heroine from a Jane Austen novel. All I’m missing is the wealthy, but woefully socially inept husband.🌺✨

If you ask yourself “Would Gomez Addams treat me this way?” And the answer is no, move tf on from that situation.
If you’re a wlw ask if Morticia would ever treat you this way.
If the answer is no, move on.
“Is this how an Addams would behave?” Is the best way to make sure you’re being treated fairly and with love
Some thoughts: I moved just before coming down from Portland to California to work for the summer. Although I moved my things into my new place, I did not unpack and won’t do so until I return in August. This means I have time to decide how I want to set things up. I have decided that I want to have separate shrines for all of the major deities/spirits I work with. This would mean I would have a shrine for Brighid, a shrine for An Dagda, a shrine for Hecate, and a shrine for the Fairy Queen. I’ve been debating whether I want to also set up a permanent working altar, or just keep my tools stored someplace (either on display or in a box) to be taken out when needed. I think I’m leaning towards storing them to be taken out when needed. My room at my new house is a fully finished basement with recessed windows, so I have lots of space to set up magical areas. Tbh, I’m always playing around with how I do things, particularly because I come from a Gaelic background, but also work with Hecate and trad craft. Got the rest of the summer to plan tho I guess
“Nature is only wild to those who separate themselves from Her.”
— Raven Grimassi
Grimoire of the Thorn-Blooded Witch: Mastering the Five Arts of Old World Witchery

Call on Freyja, Norse goddess of war and super jacked ladies, if you need help deadlifting a really fat cat.
Can you imagine how fucking wild ladies must have gone for the rejection in pride and prejudice right after it was first published. This guy’s making ten thousand a year and her family is expecting her to find accommodation for herself sooner rather than later and STILL Lizzie is like “no. No. True love only. And also while I’ve got you here please accept my invitation to fuck off.” I would’ve lost my damn gourd, I would’ve gone bonkers. And group chats didn’t exist so you’d just have to hope your friends were as far into the book as you so you could meet at the village green to throw a fucking riot







