when pluto enters aquarius for good (november 2024 for around 20 years), some alien shit is gonna hit the fan ...those two decades after I wouldn't be surprised to see a fake alien invasion or to see the government blaming aliens (real or not) for some bullshit they don't want to take credit for... they share information with the public that can help them position themselves later...will be interesting to see it all pan out...
Tarot reader: in the first space I see the two of swords. Is there a decision you're trying t-
Me, pulling from my own deck: I play the Page of Pentacles in defense position and draw. The Page allows me to also play a minor arcana so I place the Three of Wands in attack position
*sees a rock* damn man i should’ve gone into geology *sees a phrase* damn man i should’ve gone into linguistics *sees a cell* damn man i should’ve gone into biology *sees a painting* damn man i should’ve gone into art history *sees
There’s a particular type of sadness you feel when you catch up with someone you miss and realize that the version of them you were once friends with doesn’t exist anymore. You won't ever find the same person twice, not even in the same person.
Re: Jonah Hill’s gross texts: my therapist honestly changed my life when he stopped me from saying someone was “violating my boundaries” and explained that boundaries are values you impose on yourself and your own behavior, not rules you can enforce on other people.
I can't stop shaking. My insides are collapsing into my chest. "Seven planets I say to myself". I grab my fake citrine, pala santa and a fortune cookie message from panda express. But I've become closed off. There's bad energy out there. My naivity is violently shattered. But my arms are crossed now, making a cage over my upper body. This is horrible news. This is the worst news. My daze is stuck and stagnant, directed at the same spot in the popcorn walls. I can't fucking believe this. Intuitively, the parts of my body that experienced trauma felt called to curl into the fetal position. "Seven planets" I say to myself. The conflict somehow guided me to chant the name Teal Swan while running backwards with my eyes closed. But I still felt like the planets would go retrograde. But there has to be something I could do. Suddenly an idea. What if I go onto YouTube and heal the sky through some binaural beats. Sadly the vibe didn't change. I was hysterical. In my intensity, I even snorted a bath bomb from lush. Nothing. The anxiety devoured me. I became overcome with inner torment. Seven planets were about to station retrograde and my pala santa wasn't doing anything. Every ounce of faith left my body. "This is it" I say to myself... "This is how I die"
Was legit speaking with a friend about this like 1 or 2 weeks ago, how a lot of insecurity is actually rooted in pride, which leads to being overly critical due to over analysation of one’s self
anytime i see one of these “lgb without the t” gays i think about the “association of german national jews,” a group of jews who stayed loyal to hitler hoping it would keep them in his good graces and after a few years he was like nice try! and put them all in concentration camps