The Kill Manual

In my head I am infinite, in my imagination I have everything, in my heart I am always free.

palace of the mystics

There is something revolutionary about the way we learn to accept and cherish our appearances as women, and I mean all women, anyone who identifies as a woman. To be able to say, “Yes, this is me. This is my body, my face, and although I may not like everything on this body or face, it is still mine, and if I’m ever going to change anything about myself, it’s going to be because I want to, because it feels right, because it is in alignment with my perception of self, and how I wish the world to see me, the real me.”

You are the Essence of the Divine, both the Creation Mother and the Death Mother, here to give life to the parts of us that must live, and to rid us of the parts that must die.

I’m a very intimate person,

but there is an overwhelming

lack of trust,

of willingness,

of love.

She was a sorcerer I tell you, the moment she gets you all to herself, it’s like you can tell her anything. Things you’ve never told anyone, years’ worth of tears you’ve never cried, anger you’ve never shown, honesty that comes pouring out of you like lifetimes worth of tension and sweet, god damn release. All coming to the surface. For both of you to sift through. Mending the hurt. Kissing the scraped knees. And if you think you can lie to her, well, you’re wrong. She would never call you out on your bluff, but she’d know. She’d respect you for not wanting to share. But she’d know. Because as magical as she is, as easy as it is to open up to her and sacrifice your sorrows to her cleansing fire, to live in a world such as hers can be incredibly challenging. One can only imagine where the roots of her wisdom must be planted, what she has sacrificed and endured in this lifetime in order to reach the zeniths of unconditional love for anyone who comes to sit by her side.

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