Hello everyone! 👋
Welcome to Giggly Potions, a weird and mystical place that can't be explained with words, only experienced. ✨
If I have to put it into words, it's a place where comedy meets macabre 🎭, seriousness greets lightheartedness 🌞, and whimsical meets horror 💀.
The inhabitant of this place? Just one, but with multiple personalities. If we count all her characters, then more than 50! 👩🎤👻 Each one goes on strange adventures, and the weirdest things happen to them, so they have plenty of stories to tell. Some are hilarious and pee-your-pants funny 😂, and others will send shivers down your spine 🩸.
So join in and immerse yourself in this cuckoo world of emotions, imagination and quirkiness 🌈🧪.
Word of caution ⚠️
Staying more than three hours in the world of Giggly Potions may cause side effects, including physical symptoms like acid reflux, facial muscle pain and diarrhea 🤪, and psychological ones like existential dread, overthinking and uncontrollable laughter.
Giggly Potions
I was born under the shade of an imposing oak tree,
That had seen millions of flowers like me blooming and withering,
Who could ever foresee,
When I unfurled my petals, shivering,
They’d be cloaked in deep charcoal, mournful like a banshee.
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Self-conscious and insecure,
I glanced at the reality around me only to see,
Life existing in all colors, my heart could not endure,
The sight of the world so vibrant it lured,
The sun’s rays, everything so inviting but me.
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Days went by, but seemed like ages,
My darkness would not fade,
Nothing dared come near me; they were afraid,
My disease was contagious,
Until one day a fairy spoke to me, words as soft as a serenade.
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
May I introduce myself? I’m Floralie,
We haven’t met formally,
But I’m the Godmother fairy of every flowery thing,
I come to you this enchanting spring,
To grace you with a name that will fit your nature exquisitely.
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From afar, you remind me of a Magnolia,
Feminine and gentle,
But from up close, I see traces of a Dahlia,
So elegant and sentimental,
Maybe a bit temperamental,
Like a fiery Camellia.
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Adorn me with any name you fancy,
The darkness has made its residency,
Should these petals I possess,
Wither and collapse,
They’ll reappear in a darker shade,
Oh, what a gloomy fate!
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
These words you speak,
Give me the answer that I seek,
Your name, child, is not Magnolia or Dahlia,
Nor is it Camellia,
The name that truly captures you,
Is Melancholia.
Hold your tears, don’t lament!
Darkness is not weakness!
Use it to feel the world to its full extent.
So when the Death Fairy finally comes to take your roots away,
You’ll smile and softly say:
“I’m ready to return to nothingness!”
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Giggly Potions
I would like green sunshine,
Lace and little teapots,
Seaside photographs
In my winter garden.
I would like light
Like in New England.
I want to change the atmosphere
In my winter garden.
My flowered dress under the November rain,
Your hands running over me — I can’t stand waiting for you anymore.
The years go by; how far away my tender youth feels.
No one can understand us.
I would like Fred Astaire,
To see a Latécoère again,
I would always like to please you
In my winter garden.
I want to dine on the floor,
Like along the clear gulfs,
Kiss you with my eyes wide open
In my winter garden.
My flowered dress under the November rain,
Your hands running over me — I can’t stand waiting for you anymore.
The years go by; how far away my tender youth feels.
No one can understand us.
- Jardin d'hiver, Lara Louise
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Giggly Potions
One of the least discussed issues of individuation is that as one shines light into the dark of the psyche as strongly as one can, the shadows, where the light is not, grow even darker. So when we illuminate some part of the psyche, there is a resultant deeper dark to contend with. This dark cannot be left alone. The key, the questions, cannot be hidden or forgotten. They must be asked. They must be answered.
The deepest work is usually the darkest. A brave woman, a wisening woman, will develop the poorest psychic land, for if she builds only on the best land of her psyche, she will have for a view the least of what she is. So do not be afraid to investigate the worst.
- Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
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The old one, The One Who Knows, is within us. She thrives in the deepest soul-psyche of women, the ancient and vital wild Self. Her home is that place in time where the spirit of women and the spirit of wolf meet—the place where mind and instincts mingle, where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life. It is the point where the I and the Thou kiss, the place where, in all spirit, women run with the wolves.
This old woman stands between the worlds of rationality and mythos. She is the knucklebone on which these two worlds turn. This land between the worlds is that inexplicable place we all recognize once we experience it, but its nuances slip away and shape-change if one tries to pin them down, except when we use poetry, music, dance, or story.
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves
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