Ziggy Sixx

Aries | Red lipstick, crackling fires, midnight laughter, wrestling in the middle of class, always having a witty comeback, autumn leaves, the Moon on a foggy night, the way their hand feels on your waist. 

Taurus | Watching cooking shows, Cake Boss, dancing in the rain, jumping in puddles, a small herb garden, baked goods, dust spiralling in the early morning Sun, dewdrops on white flowers. 

Gemini | Ballerina twirls, woodland nymphs and forest fairies, flower crowns, wind chimes in a slight breeze, an old melody played on the grand piano, vast rooms with marble floors, lilies. 

Cancer | The first time your child giggles, trees bending in the wind, fairy rings, nervous laughter at the top of a rollercoaster, hugs that you get lost in, falling asleep with a smile on your face, making pancakes for your lover. 

Leo | Elegant fashion, golden crowns, a crystal ball that lights the room up in rainbows when it catches the Sun, trips to nature sanctuaries, sleek cats, the love for feather boas. 

Virgo | Stacks of unused journals, the feeling of a new pen, bullet journals, coffee stains, lattes, the barista at Starbucks memorizing your order, lip bites, loud music, braiding hair.

Libra | Tiaras, pouty toddlers, pearls of laughter, diamond rings, party planning, baby showers, falling in love with a new colour, silver eyes and the blood to match, complete compassion. 

Scorpio | Diving into a pool for the first time, murky ponds, hopping after frogs, late night walks, falling asleep under the stars, analytical eyes and a daring smirk, leather jackets, punk boots.

Sagittarius | Travelling in an old hippie van, the smell of a freshly-cut lawn, driving with the windows down, exploring new cities, falling in love abroad, the snowiest of mountains, baggy jeans. 

Capricorn | Suits and pencil skirts, dusty books, the smell of a library, sarcasm and wit, silent laughter, golden retrievers and chocolate labs, a smouldering fireplace, distant clouds. 

Aquarius | Rainbows, colourful toys, binge-watching conspiracy theories, responding to texts at 3am, losing track of days, the faint rumble of thunder, lightning, beautiful art spun out of nothing.