SummerSun Horoscopes đđ
(among other ill fortunes)
â Â aries:Â is your beach body ready? is your beach head ready? is your beach spirit ready? is your beach astral projecting ready? if not, dont even bother. just get your aura spray-tanned like everyone else.Â
â  taurus: summer nights too hot for blankets, but if the sheets dont cover your toes who knows what will reach out for them. cover yourself in the dark. sleep without pants, itâs a better compromise.Â
â Â gemini:Â the days grow longer and longer, and so do you. you must stop. you should have known what you were asking for when you wished for summer to never end.
â  cancer: white linens spread out over soft green lawns, cool breezes over your back. tranquil, quiet. only the cricket knows the pounding of your heart and the anxiety ticking in your brain. panic, for there is only so much time to relax.
â Â leo: pluck dandelions from the ground, blow their seeds in exchange for the offer of a wish. do their bidding for them and do not expect to be paid, except in endless childlike naivete.Â
â Â virgo:Â if you cannot go to the beach, cry your eyes out. make your own beach as you sob between the saltwater and the sea strand. sometimes pain is productive. ask yourself if this is what you really wanted.Â
â Â libra:Â grades are in, a ghost of the past semester to everyone but you, who has made sure they remain to haunt, your smug victory over the cheerleaders and blondes and popular girls. if you obsess enough over intellect, maybe one day you can be as shallow as them.Â
â scorpio: go on your summer road trip, but dont take highways, just meander through local roads, peopleâs neighborhoods, the backyards of peopleâs lives. remind yourself of others existence as you struggle to hide your own.Â
â Â sagittarius:Â dew drops puddle in the leaves. taste but do not consume. actually donât taste it. your aesthetic is not worth dying for, unless it is, and then you should totally go for it. do it for the vine, which is also dead.
â capricorn: roadside markets and roadkill have one thing in common: they are both dead. they are empty and waiting for you to find something to put in them, like meaning, or a misplaced sense of nostalgia. itâs alright, paint your own feelings and masturbatory emotional issues over the ghosts that live there.Â
â aquarius:Â drive into the sunset. crash into the picturesque painted horizon wall, explode in its firey wonder. once again they will blame the impulsive nature of teenagers, and not the desperate rat that wants to escape the cage of summer.Â
â  pisces: have fun in the sun, barbeque on the beach with friends. donât think about how the sun is slowly cooking you alive as you frolic under the grill of itâs heat. or if you do, opt for smearing barbeque sauce on your skin instead of sunscreen. the sun prefers ketchup, but thereâs still defiance in submission.Â
