Throwing down spells to make shady ass relatives stop being so fucking shady.
Just found out some SUPER trouble shady ass shit happening on my mum’s side of the family.
I think I want to go mad. I miss the madness. I’ve been sane for far too long and madness is… an ethereal fire. There’s a joy in the terror of losing your mind, if you allow it. There’s a wildness to your existence then, an untameable spark of genius that causes everything you touch to flare brightly and burn long into the night. Colors and music are more; suddenly they are stories and inspiration and speak to you. Nothing is fast enough or slow enough, all at the same time.
I miss madness.
The vodka bottle refused to open. I had to use a grip can opener to open it. I know what the bottle is telling me. And I say, not today. Today is for drinking and angry spellwork.
One of these days I’ll be able to sleep while meeting the following criteria
One day I’ll be able to do all of this. It hasn’t happened yet but one day.