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How was she supposed to be in the same room with the man that made her want to simultaneously kiss him and kill him?

Human AF isn't just about being authentic. It's not just about posting a photo with messy hair and #therealme. It's not about sharing a teeny bit of struggle on Facebook. "Guys, my creativity is blocked. See, even people like me have tough days." That still has a tone of I have my shit together. Being Human AF is about being authentic about where we're being inauthentic. Like saying "You know what guys? I've been saying that I'm totally on board this climate change thing. But behind the scenes, I've made zero changes in my life." Cos you're human AF. It's about recognizing the parts of us, thoughts, behaviours, or feelings that are so in opposition of who we think we are, that we barely even admit them to ourselves. Like how you're a spiritually sound lightworker who meditates wearing white in the mornings and practises reiki to heal others, but 10 minutes later pulls the finger at someone who cuts you off on the freeway yelling, "Fuck off dickhead!" Cos you're human AF. And because road rage is real. Human AF is being honest about where we are being hypocritical, where we're saying one thing and practising another, where we're still really struggling ourselves in an area we claim to have nailed. Like being a really powerful health and wellness coach and preaching healthy habits, yet in the evening you still eat 45g of sugar before bed cos you just haven't quite nailed the harmonious relationship with food you're teaching to others. These so called dualities — good vs. bad, positive vs. negative — are not dualities at all. The reiki and the road rage are equal parts magic and human.

Hubert's wife, Mindy, was a tiny powerhouse of a woman with a halo of wild blond hair and eye makeup so complex it took me a while to locate her pupils. She was clearly the brains of the operation, such as she was.

Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.

Humans are naturally scared and confused beings. They not only fear the unknown, as they live fearing themselves... ☥

Humans spend more time finding ways to fight and criticize who they consider a threat than actually learning how to overcome that threat.

Humans did not want to know about non-humans. Funny thing was most non-humans felt the same way, happy to hide their abilities and talents to avoid witch hunts and wholesale slaughter.

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss

I agreed to keep the cards a secret and asked my grandmother if she believed in magic. She said she did not but that, surprisingly, magic worked even if you did not believe in it.

I am a M.A.G.I.C. child.. Motivated And Growing In Christ! …I hope you too are a M.A.G.I.C. dreamer!

I am a witch. I am and I always will be. The magic is in me and it is enough.

I am come,' the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. 'I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.' Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a shroud of flame, spreading through the throne room in a storm of brilliant red and yellow. The screams could be heard half a league away.

I am grateful for the magic, mystery and majesty of nature – my loyal friend and companion – always there, welcoming and waiting for me to come; to be healed.

I am neither the magician, nor the show. I'm the in between - everyone is captivated, but no one comes too close.

I am not a women that takes anything for granted, I'll lay endlessly With you and talk about meaningful and logical, I'll watch the stars at midnight and the way they twinkle back; to let me know they see me too, I'll wind the window down just to feel the breeze, I'll turn the music up when I love a song, I'll sit with the ocean when I feel lost, I'll cry when my heart hurts & I'll listen to you when yours is hurting too, I know the kind of women I am, and im not shy in showing her to the world.

I am not a fan of the magical quick fix in any fiction, including fantasy, scifi and comic books. Unless Dr. Who is involved, and then only because we get to use the phrase 'Timey-wimey wibbliness' which, I'm sure you'll agree, there are not enough occasions to drop into ordinary adult conversation.

I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.

I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.

I am the essence of magic, its mysteriousness, its beauty and its ability to make things happen when people couldn't see how!

I am the Lilum. Time. Truth. Destiny. The Endless River. The Wheel of Fate. You do not command me.

I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sence enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us - like electricity and horses and steam.

i am the girl with the arsonist heart

I am the rightful ruler of this world And now that I, too, have awakened, like my dragons, I have come to take back what is mine.

I am thinking rationally! What’s not rational about saying you’re crazy and magic isn’t real?

And one will come from the north, burning, burning, Judgment and Wisdom borne by the flow of spirit to spirit, Do not speak to us of the times that follow, For they shall be as a dream of death as a nightmare walking, The dusk shall vanquish all but the covenant until the dawn of the tide.

I am your servant. I am your slave. I am here to make sure every one of the suitors does not think of either of your sisters before they think of you. - Pietyr

I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words

I asked the universe for serendipity and you walked through my door.

I believe in magic. In evil sorceresses who deep down are really beautiful princesses. I believe in immortals who live in a different world than this one, accessible by magical stone wheels.

I believe in magick because I am proof. A soul can be crushed into powder, yet dares to rise in love. Hope is a magick of it's own- And I it's most natural object of passion and power.

I believe in miracles. Therefore, I am magical.

I believe it is possible to make magic every day.

I believe in magic. I believe our destiny is not carved in stone and that one thought is the seed to a new life or a different path. I believe in the power of the cards to illuminate what you already know and to awaken the wisdom inside of you. I believe how we think and experience life matters and I believe in the power of the cards to shift our thoughts and therefore create more positive experiences. I believe in the magic of the cards to inspire us to let go of old ideas and restrictions.

I believe that there is luminosity hiding in the shadow of the mundane. And things that hover at the periphery of our vision. If that’s magic, then I believe in it.

I believe that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment.

I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet. I belong in the land of enchanting things. But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

Born high on the mountain, Blazing bright under the sun’s demise, Twice blind but still seeing, The only bulwark against the dark Watch as the arches declare Dominion of Light.

I cannot explain the force which pulled me to him. His sudden entrance into my empty life had awakened something very simple and very human in me. I was wondering and wishing and hoping like a fool with the rest of them. I had come undone by the magic. I wanted to believe. I wanted to chase after something vain and stupid. I wanted to forget everything.

I cannot hope to make you understand how the world is truly made,' he told her. 'Metaphor, then: the world is a weave, like threads woven into cloth.' His hand came out of his sleeve with a strip of his red ribbon. 'If you say so.' 'Everything, stone, trees, beasts, the sky, the waters, all are a weave of fabric,' he said patiently. 'But when you think, it is different. Your thinking snarls the fabric, knots it. If you were a magician, you could use the knot of your mind to pull on other threads. That is magic, and now you see how every simple it is. I wonder everyone does not become an enchanter.

I can make you feel, and I can scare you for real. -Misty Lee

I can’t believe it.’ I whispered. ‘You can’t let him lure you back in, Felicia. He’s wrong. He’s wrong!’ Vanian pleaded, I could feel the quiver of his magic, the wisps that were fighting against the iron burning into his wrists, I could feel the crackle as it fought in the air, against his emotions, against his pain. I shook my head, was about to speak but Adam grabbed him by the front of his shirt; as if a few more tears and shreds couldn’t go amiss. The tightness of his grip paled the Faerie’s cheeks, caused the blood to trickle down faster, dropping to the floor. ‘My wife.’ He yelled, ‘She’s my wife, silverblood.’ With each growl of a syllable he accented it with a punch to Vanian’s face. I couldn’t take much more. I jumped over and pulled at Adam’s shoulders, fingertips driving into the nook of his collarbone, pressing down with as much as I had in me, anything to break his hold. He recoiled and rose his hand to me, at first I flinched but I stopped. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t.

I can't help but feel, across oceans and vast fields we will connect again. What we share is too rare to let go of for good but sometimes we have to accept, the timing isn't right.

I can't help frowning. "But Madison designed that cocktail dress herself...

I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?

I can weave words together and create magic,it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.

I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip.

I can't learn everything in a few months, Charles. Magic came first. Stupid hierarchy of egotistical penises had to take a backseat." "Penises don't have egos. And what about the women in command? They can be pretty damn bitchy." "The women have bigger balls than you do, Charles. Let's get focused." Kind of a dick thing to say.

I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?” Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.

I choose to write for children and young adults because I love their imaginations, which bring life to everything; you feel like kids truly believe in magic and fantastic things.

I couldn’t deny the intense draw I felt in that dimly lit museum collection. The air around me hummed with an energy that was foreign and nostalgic all at once.