yikes
Month
there are 4 planets in retrograde right now plus a full moon and everyone i know is either off the walls horny, disassociating, or more depressed than usual
you: astrology isn’t real
me, pointing to every scorpio simultaneously: then explain THIS
me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor,
me aloud: what’s up asshole
the real housewives of the astral plane
apparently Sylvia Plath once had a dream in which Marilyn Monroe came to her like a fairy godmother and did her nails and promised her a “new, flowering life” like two depressed early 1960s American icons.. one literary, one filmic… coming together in a glamorous psychic dreamworld… an iconic moment for all suicidal bixches everywhere
the dream job is probably being a greek water nymph in an early romanticism painting…..in a pond, tiddies out, looking bored & playing men with my girlfriends
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
we got to the botanical gardens. i point at all the plants i like. u point at all the plants u like