witchdraft:

Inspiration to be strong,
to break chains that bind me down.
Loyalty, devotion, hard work:
Aspects I’ve grown to love of myself,
reflections of your strong, gentle hands.

Hail to you, Incantation-Fetter,
For no magic binds you,
No will that is not your own can pass your gate.

Lend me your strength, wise mother,
so I may follow in your path.

Hail to you, fiery spirit, so beloved.
For yours is the flame that stole the Sky-Treader’s heart.
Hail to you, equal of the World-Breaker.

Hail to you, goddess, guardian, guide.
Hail to you, mentor, mother, mender.

Hail to you, Sigyn

chronicillnessbitching:

chronic-illness-cat:

from the amazing heyatleastitsnotcancer.tumblr.com

[picture of a Siamese cat’s head against a triangle-sectioned background with many shades of blue. Top line of text reads: What I’m worried about: Being in agony the rest of my life || Bottom line of text reads: What I’m not worried about: Getting addicted to prescription pain meds]

Honestly? This. I’ll take the chance to escape having NO quality of life whatsoever.

I wish more people understood this.