Have you considered letting people be? Money is something that takes ages and tons of effort and work to get, ain’t my fault ya ain’t happy with whatever you’re doing. Sloth is a sin, too, by the way.
yeah, sure glad there are no major sins involving money and its glorification
Don’t get me wrong, sex is great, but I would rather spend the night learning everything about you and hearing every story you have. To me, that’s far more intimate.
Get this geek ass shit off my dashboard this bitch wants to get Railed !!!
okay a LOT of people don’t seem to know this so i’m putting it here too.
In all 50 states in the US, teaching witchcraft (or any other religion) to minors (under 18 in 48 states, 21 in Mississippi) without the full knowledge & consent of parents/guardian is illegal. aka this means fines or even jail time.
you can advise them to do research, attend spiritual events, meditate, and things like that but you can NOT mentor them or give any sort of direct information. i recommend a signed consent form from the parents to prevent any legal issues.
likewise, if you are <18 in the US, do not seek out a mentor if your parents haven’t given you permission!! you could get someone in serious trouble. if you know your parents would not consent to it, do your own research and then seek guidance when you are of age. It is safer for multiple reasons that way.
i don’t know the laws in other countries but i suggest looking into it!
This is also why many blogs will not give direct information in response to asks from users who state that they are under 18. Although, as someone pointed out in the tags, direct mentoring is not the same as a minor finding the information on their own from your public blog – that is not your responsibility nor your concern. Also, this isn’t just for witchcraft or paganism of course, but it does apply to a lot of the mentor-type relationships that often form in the witchcraft community
Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs to get to know them better.
Gender I Identify As: Female
Star sign: Gemini/Cancer cusp (they’re real, sorry)
Height: 5′6″
Time: 12:04am EST
Birthday: 06/22
Favorite bands: Currently listening to a lot of Angel Olsen, Michelle Burch, and Julien Baker. Generally love Joni Mitchell and various other lovely acoustic-y artists.
Who you can see on tour now: No one bc I have no moneys 🙂
Favorite solo artists: See: favorite bands.
Song stuck in your head: Poison and Wine – The Civil Wars
Last movie I watched: Cirque du Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant, with @fish-d
Last show I watched: The Office to recover from watching the end of Hannibal Season 3 for the second time ever.
When did I create my blog: This blog is about two years old but I’ve had blogs here on tumblr for…8+ years.
What do I post: a hodgepodge of garbage
Last thing I googled: 8tracks (I’m not on my own laptop so it’s not saved in here and I’m lazy)
Why did you choose your URL: PC Joe Penhale is the love of my life.
Following: 512
Followers: 276
Favorite colors: shades of pink and black
Average hours of sleep: 6-8
What am I wearing rn: my elephant pajama pants and a tshirt
How many blankets do I sleep with: Just one, no top sheet, just a fitted sheet, pillow, and one blanket.
Dream job: honestly I have no idea rn but I’d say freelance writing and making an actual living on it
Dream trip: Home, tbh
Favorite food: butter chicken and basmati rice 🙂
I want to know about all of my followers and mutuals so if anyone wants to do this, please do it and tag me so I can read about you!
He was waiting where Meggie had found him that afternoon. The music came from a cassette recorder on the grass beside the wooden deck chair. Dustfinger had placed a garden bench on the edge of the lawn for his audience. Lighted torches were stuck into the ground to the right and left of it, and two more were burning on the lawn, casting quivering shadows in the night. The shadows danced across the grass like servants conjured by Dustfinger from some dark world for this occasion. He himself stood there bare-chested, his skin as pale as the moon, which was hanging in the sky right above Elinor’s house as if it, too, had tuned up especially for Dusfinger’s show.
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