🕯 protection spell no. 001: for the girl who sets the room on fire

🧿 protection spell no. 001
(a birthright ward for the daughter of chaos, crowned in wildness)

i look over—
you’re scaling the walls.
barefoot.
grinning.
commanding the atmosphere like it was built for you.

you pitch your berries and cream like a top draft pick.
you shriek when you’re denied.
you laugh so hard it rattles the air.
you demand reality obey you.

and it will.

—

you are reckless.
hysterical.
glorious.
you live out loud in a world that punishes women
for existing too fully.

and i won’t let them shrink you.
not while i’m alive.

—

✨

🧿 may your power never be rewired for politeness.
🧿 may your instincts stay sharp and holy.
🧿 may your voice crack glass when silenced.
🧿 may your softness be your armor, not your weakness.
🧿 may no one ever convince you that you’re too much.

—

you won’t grow up watching me justify cruelty.
you won’t hear me rewrite abuse in real time.
you won’t be trained to make excuses for pain.
because i already bled for that.

and now—
you are the spell i cast
to break the cycle.

—

🧿 may your wildness be worshipped, not tamed.
🧿 may the moon take you gently,
and hand you back even louder.

you are divine.
you are unbothered.
you are mine.

🖤🧿🖤

(xoxo obsessed with your ryangirl.)