So, reader: ✨piss or get off the pot ✨Make a decision. Commit to your decision. Take actions related to your decision because it’s most likely the right one even if it was a tough one

embracing your dark feminine energy is basically saying fuck being obedient. feminines have been taught for so long to hide away, cover up, be silent, banish witchcraft, ignore your intuition, stop creating, be less selfish, be thoughtless.

it’s embracing your naked body. it’s indulging in your pleasures without guilt. its speaking your mind with boldness. it’s trusting and following your gut, even when others may think you’re dumb. it’s saying no. it’s setting clear boundaries. it’s protecting your energy from manipulation and harm.

Sing O goddess, of Hera's rage, how they vilified her for it, even if she was a woman betrayed. Sing O goddess, of Helen's desire, how everyone forgot she was the daughter of the most powerful God and that was what made the whole world burn. Sing O goddess, of Hestia's fires, how she left the cruelty of Olympus for a peaceful life - how she gave Prometheus the idea to steal the sacred flames for the mortal world. Sing O goddess, but not of Odysseus or Menelaus, Achilles or Agamemnon. Sing instead of women full of fire. Sing us the torch song which brings wildfire when Goddesses like you are ignored.

I’ve wanted to be a trophy wife since I was a little boy.

He looked and smelt like Autumn’s very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.

“To confront a person with his shadow is to show him his own light. Once one has experienced a few times what it is like to stand judgingly between the opposites, one begins to understand what is meant by the self. Anyone who perceives his shadow and his light simultaneously sees himself from two sides and thus gets in the middle.”

The woods enclose and then enclose again, like a system of Chinese boxes opening one into another; the intimate perspectives of the wood changed endlessly around the interloper, the imaginary traveller walking towards an invented distance that perpetually receded before me. It is easy to lose yourself in these woods.