I build a house, for your bones.

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

💖🌸👏🏾👏🏾

what happens in scorpio season not only stays in scorpio season so empower your hearts and let darkly beautiful sensations happen, trust in what feels scary, absolute and necessary, minimize fear and insecurity, weaponize your own sense of humanity and authenticity, cast spells of electrifying innerness and be all the way present in the mystifying quality of it all

*sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice

Imagine dating me and then boom we just last forever and we’re both happy asf. Wild

May I always have the courage to do the right thing