🕯hexes. love spells. protection rituals. banishment rites.
🖤 the sacred, the spiteful, the survival-based.
🖤 trauma alchemy + post-apocalyptic femininity.
🖤 spells i wrote mid-breakdown. or mid-revenge. or both.
for those who survived the fire—and kept the matches.
this is not a safe space. it’s a sacred one.
f*ck it. they always said we were w(b?)itches.
✦ what’s a spell? ✦
technically?
a spell is a set of words,
arranged with intention,
meant to influence reality.
less abracadabra,
more fuck this—
stay gone, stay blocked, stay cursed.
historically,
spells were whispered,
sung,
carved into bone,
or scratched into dirt
by people with no power—
so they turned language into a weapon.
in this space?
a spell is anything i wrote—
while furious,
shaking,
or disturbingly calm.
it’s what happens when silence stops working.
it’s grief with good handwriting.
it’s emotional evidence—lit on fire.
🖤
speak with your whole chest.
remember exactly what you already lived through.
this isn’t witchcraft.
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it’s a written warning.
