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FESTIVALS AROUND THE WORLD:

today's mood: wearing vintage Halloween costumes, wandering through old graveyard with your friends, drinking mulled wine and eating lot's of pastries

Light a candle in the window for passed loved ones

Make a cozy meal and make sure to leave a plate for the dead

Gather yourself some acorns!

Take a walk outside and just enjoy nature

Honor the dead in your family or any friends who may have passed

If you can have a bonfire or have a fireplace take advantage! If not candles are also good

Dress up for Halloween. Idc how old you are. You don’t even need to be a costume just dress in an outfit you like!

Decorate a pumpkin. You can carve it or even paint it if you want

If you do practice,do a ritual at your alter tonight

Do a tarot card reading!

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark