Sylvinite

@sylvinite.bsky.social

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Liminal. Integrating. Rising. She/her/they/them

Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.
Everything is on fired, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and i don’t have to believe in everything but I believe in that.
I don’t know, my favorite was also witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting. —inkskinned
“You have chaos in your soul and lightning in your veins. You, my dear, were made for wild, magical things.” Erin Matlock