"one hundred suns until we part."
sarah / 21 / entj / targaryen
i'll take tea, i don't drink coffee, my dear;
with justice and vengeance and fire and blood.
What does YOUR daily practice consist of?
Lighting candles, prepare offerings, offerings, fretting unnecessarily about shit, trying to talk to the god, fretting some more, fucked something up, fretting even more, apologise profusely to Him, doubt myself, apologise some more; not because I’m scared that he’s gonna be wroth but more like out of my perfectionist tendencies, scribble something in the paper, worry the shit out of myself, trying to figure out what he wants, worrying that I got it wrong, wondering what the hell am I doing, apologise for no reason at all, and sometimes got something right and still apologising.
This has been my daily devotion / practice.