The Vulgar Witch -

Literal vulgarity—profanity—is a sonic spell. Use curse words to anchor your intent. Scream “Fuck off” into the wind as a banishing. Whisper “Shit” as you drop a war water bottle. The taboo of the word gives it edge.

Literally or metaphorically, put your pain into your magic. If you are sad, cry into your cauldron. If you are angry, spit into your protection bottle. Your vulnerability is not a weakness to be cleansed away; it is the fuel for the fire. The vulgar witch knows that the most potent ingredient in any working is yourself —unfiltered, unshowered, and utterly real. Conclusion: The Witch Who Refuses to Be Pretty The Vulgar Witch is not for everyone. She will not get a feature in Vanity Fair ’s "Witchcraft Edition." She will not be the face of a subscription box for full moon kits. She is too loud, too messy, and too real. The Vulgar Witch

So throw away the rose quartz. Put down the meditation app. Go outside, dig your fingers into the dirt, and let out a scream. Welcome home, you vulgar thing. Literal vulgarity—profanity—is a sonic spell

The most powerful weapon of the vulgar witch is malocchio —the evil eye. It requires no tools. Look at your enemy. Look at the injustice. Look at the system that oppresses you. Curl your lip, narrow your gaze, and push your intent through your pupils. You don’t need a spell jar when you have a look that says "I know exactly what you are." Whisper “Shit” as you drop a war water bottle

Don’t go looking for angels. Talk to the spirit of the dumpster behind your apartment. Leave an offering for the rat who lives in the alley. Pray to the god of the subway grate. The vulgar witch finds the sacred in the places the elites refuse to look.

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