Thirteen Forever: A Love Letter To The Unlucky One
- Emily
- Jun 13
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 6
Hello again, my beautifully odd creatures 💀
If you caught my last post — Lucky for Some: A Little Ode to the Number 13 — you’ll know I’ve got a soft spot (read: full-blown obsession) with the number 13.
Triskaidekaphilia isn’t just a fancy word I learned to impress ghosts at parties. It’s a state of being.
And the truth is... I’ve always felt a bit 13. Not quite square with the world. Slightly sideways. A little out-of-sync in a way that’s sometimes inconvenient, often confusing, but mostly — strangely — magical.
It’s the number that never fit in.
The one quietly banished from elevators, floor plans, and dinner parties.
The one whispered about and blamed for bad luck. The one with skeletons in her closet and lipstick on her teeth.
And I? I see her and think: yeah, same.
13 is the holy misfit.
She’s not unlucky — she’s ungovernable.
Unbothered. Uninvited and still showing up — possibly with a flask of moonwater and a middle finger painted black.
She’s the extra slice.
The unclaimed floor.
The unrepentant witch number glowing on a tarot card in candlelight.
She reminds me that beauty doesn’t always show up in even numbers. That transformation rarely arrives on time. That rebellion and ritual sometimes wear the same perfume.
I think that’s why I’ve always loved her.
Thirteen isn’t afraid to be a bit much.
And gods, neither am I.
When I’m lost, she reminds me I don’t have to be found — I just need to wander weirder.
When I’m quiet too long, she rattles the cupboards.
She’s the number I carry in my pocket when I need courage, chaos, or an excuse to wear something inappropriate to the supermarket.
So if you’ve ever felt a bit “13” yourself...
If you’re too weird, too witchy, too sensitive, too strong, too strange — welcome home.
You don’t need a floor in someone else’s tower. You are the house. Haunted and holy.
Thirteen is just a number.
But it’s also a mirror. A signal. A secret knock.
And here, in this strange little corner of the internet, she’s always welcome.
Still scribbling,
Still stirring,
Still lucky for some.
Emily xxx
P.S. What do you think of my heart illustration? Have you ever felt a bit "13"? Leave your comments down below.
P.P.S. Click here to check out the video of me drawing the heart image for this journal entry!
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