"Magick, in essence, is the ability to communicate to the universe what you want in an effective way, so that the universe can then respond and create what you desire."
Reblog this if it’s okay to talk to you and be your friend and ask you weird questions
"I feel like I’m all alone, all by myself, I need to get around this. My words are cold, I don’t want them to hurt you. If I show you…I don’t think you’d understand, cause no one understands."
He said he didn’t understand why she was so insecure.
She just smiled.
She didn’t tell him about the time a man pushed her against the wall and whispered too close in her ear for her to “trust him” and that it would “be okay”.
She didn’t tell him about the time when she was thirteen and a girl pointed at her, telling her she was “too fat” and how that one event changed the way she perceived her body forever.
She didn’t tell him how boys used to make lewd advances toward her and laugh when she blushed and ran away because she’d never been taught how to handle these situations.
She didn’t tell him about the way she used to cry herself to sleep because her best friend had replaced her and how she felt so scared with no one there to hold her.
She didn’t tell him about how she watched her mother cry bitter tears, knowing that her father was cheating but refused to give her a divorce, and how watching the whole situation unfold before her eyes was enough to make her question love entirely.
And she didn’t tell him about how long it had taken her to painstakingly build a wall around herself that made it impossible to trust anyone or anything.
She didn’t try to explain herself.
Instead she just smiled when he said he didn’t understand.
Instead all she said was: “Good. And I hope you never do.”"