#moving
My boyfriends just got into the last tier of interviews for an awesome job in Dusseldorf, Germany. Sooo….if he gets it I guess I am moving to Germany…!
Fingers kind of crossed, its a scary idea and I would have to quit my job, but I couldnt pass the opportunity to live abroad up could I?
Because I can’t change my primary blog here’s when you can find my other Stuff:
http://remnantgn.tumblr.com/ its for my graphic novel called remnant; a macabre supernatural crime drama that takes place in Boston. I’ll post sneak peaks on it, like sketches, cover art, WIPs, and even my rough drafts. Here’s a sample.
comic about this thing i do where i push everything i want away and once it’s far far away i want it very very bad
hi lovlies ❤️❤️
making an emoji manifestation spell because my boyfriend has a phone interview on wednesday and once he gets the job we can move out asap!
i am claiming this as reality and manifesting our future
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- this is pretty specific to my situation but if you are counting on a job to get you where you need to be, in my case a new apartment, you can use this too. change the last two emojis to what it is the job will manifest and make possible in your life and change the first two if it isn’t a phone interview.
breakdown:
phone interview/resume
✅ successful interview, got the job!
paychecks, money flow
manifest, all of this above leads to:
our apartment!
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Could anyone please connect me to any spells about moving out into a new place, cleansings, etc. for when you are in your new home
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Hi beautiful followers,
As of today JSSIRITE has moved!
After 4 years of posting on Tumblr, I have finally decided to make a permanent move to my website www.jssirite.com
I will be hosting a blog from this website, so please if you would like to keep up on what I am up to, lusting after.. going broke over, then join me at www.jssirite.com for the next chapter of my online life!!
With love! xxx
It is home
& nothing else. For home is to give
every doorway a human it knows
it cannot keep. That this golden light
is shaved down by a grating heart
of loss—smashed blue in the clay
sun, rhubarb moonlight, loom of a wooden
feeling that you are missing. The ice
cubes of a vodka tonic are melting
by the lake. The moose are still
awaiting your curved arrival.
This week is foggy,
but a kiln is warming somewhere.
There is so much lettuce in the garden.
Here is the Mooselake of summers past
aged to a single piece of beach glass.
Here is the dock to a mourning lake.
This life is blue, and every teary eye a moon
trying to excuse light for leaving
it slivered each day. This is fullness
confused for emptiness. This is the birch
built black bear rotted to a bare truth.
Just name it time.
Just name it love.
You are calling sandwich orders from the stairs
above the water, rattling down the hill in the cart.
This month is but a rattling return.
We ask for you,
but are given an empty dining chair, mosaic squares,
stacked log walls, this day.
Here is the doorway of loss. Here is your house
with all the chairs filled, rocking chairs, rocking.
Here’s everyone who loves you crammed
into the screened porch: smelling of salt bagels,
wet daffodils, bald hearts, trying to find a mountain
road, raspberry smashed ground, a way home to you.
This world is throbbing. This house is full.
There are many doorways
and we are all moving through.