12th house placements

I love how the world perceives tumblr as useless platform. No world news here. No algorithm. No verified accounts. Ads are about Pikachu cosplayer and shoelaces. Folks that's exactly how social media should be

way overdue edit: OP too has learned everything regarding international politics through crabs and that meme but doesn't dare to consider these paranormal/parasocial occurrences as mere news. It's a moment, it's a bliss, it's the nightmare of future generations' history textbooks, you had to be there

In case you didn't know, I had the honor of designing Tumblr's spooky new app logo

saying hi

MIRIEL, STEWARD OF THE CHURCH OF VOWS

i hope a wizard imprisons elon musk in an nft

On it boss

I actually reached enlightenment but it didnt help LOL

Just a reminder that your path as a practitioner doesn't need to look like anybody else's. Seek to learn from others, yes, but don't try to mirror another person's practice without thinking. What works for you may not work the same for somebody else.

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Cards from the Rider-Waite tarot deck. 1910. Art by Pamela Colman Smith.

one thing the “winter is better than summer” crowd will never have on us summer enjoyers is centuries of tradition wherein spring and summer is conflated with joy and rebirth and fall and winter is associated with depression and death

sounds like someone wasn’t invited to the winter solstice festival celebrating the arrival of the longest night of the year and signaling the end of the harvest where workers can enjoy the fruits of their labor with family and friends

🤣 these planets out here not even caring

ikea is honestly so sick and twisted for making those tiny fake apartments. like. ok. maybe I will walk around and daydream. fuck u.

The Signs and 616e64

Aries: A river rolling through a low valley where abandoned cars sleep. The farmhouse in the distance is old but in good repair. Your boots sink into the freezing mud. There is a light in the uppermost window. 

Taurus: Music is pulled on dusty strings and made to dance in the shell of a department store. You can still hear the rain outside. Shuffling footsteps on untended linoleum. A hand touches your shoulder.

Gemini: Evenings exploring the woods. Peepers raising their warm little voices as the sun sets. Sitting by the graves and reading to each other, held close under a huge wool coat. 

Cancer: There are plants growing in the cracks of the runway. The radio tower creaks as it wakes in the heat of the new sunlight. The grass is tall and soft and the doors of the old hangars are chained shut, save for one.

Leo: Your room but you know this is not your room. This is not your room but the cat is back, it is sitting on the desk across from your bed. This is not your room.

Virgo: Faded banners deck a cold stone room that holds a cold stone table. The winter has crept inside. The fire crackles and glows but it is not enough, it was never enough. Everything seems cold stone now.

Libra: A home you don’t remember but you know that you should. Something small and soft brushes past your legs. You have not seen them, but you can hear people playing dominoes in the next room over. Small and constant, the feeling you are being watched. 

Scorpio: The moon hangs low in the sky, ever so low. Her light is so bright. The tide reaches up to her, but she is so close now. Even the trees, the mountains, seems to bow towards her.

Ophiuchus: The long pale thing living in the craw space. The old greasy thing that hides from the light, scratching the ground for food, gardening in the rot. You leave the radio on during the day, and it is lulled to sleep.

Sagittarius: An accidental wrong turn through unfamiliar streets. Turning out into a place you recognize. A mental map folded in on itself. The entire world shifts to account. You still feel lost.

Capricorn: Thunder in the distance, never growing closer. The water in the glass vase trembles with the force. Blankets and thick clothing forming a cocoon. A bundle of old photos held close. 

Aquarius: Dark water and a singular dock under the starlight. You cannot see the bottom. The sound of the crickets and frogs seem to die away. Even the rustling trees and winter wind hold their breath.

Pisces: Train tracks that lead nowhere. Torn from the dry earth like twigs from the sand. Stranded cars baking in the sun. A redtail nests on the corrugated metal, using the rusting surface like a butcher block.