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aries is the red of lipstick and the cream of leather in expensive cars. aries is the color of a droplet of blood falling, falling, falling from velvety, punctured skin.

taurus is all the colors reflecting from the woods at sunset. first you see a warm red ochre, soft tan, burnt sienna tones, and then you see a warm, impossibly bright green and yellow light streaming from delicate leaves.

gemini is the sharp detachment of a ship at sea, of a sailor’s new suit. gemini is a cruise in the Mediterranean, the sophistication, the exoticness, the cool blue waters with unknown depths.

cancer is a pink cardigan over a white shirt. cancer is the wrap ballerinas wear outside of their leotards: a warm, thin layer of elegance and grace.

leo is not baby poop and throw up colours. to me, leo is a meadow of emerald grass shining the bright sunlight. it’s exuberant, it’s glorious, it’s breathtaking, but it’s also calm and self-reflective.

virgo is the colour of shy grace and books. virgo’s colours are timid but admired for their subtle nuances and gentle tranquility, a welcome sight for the eyes.

libra is the marsala of blush, the ivory of the highlight on a high cheekbone. libra’s palette is like an eyeshadow palette; all the colours work together to paint a pretty portrait.

scorpio is the black of lace-up boots, the charcoal of a long grey cardigan over a tank top. scorpio is the red pain of tortured poetry, of tortured minds.

sagittarius is the fun and randomness that you remember even after years. sagittarius is a party embodied, the bright colours of costumes, the light reflecting off the sparkling punch and mardi gras beads.

capricorn is the classic, grounded, almost neutral colours of navy and red. capricorn is the navy dress and milky pearls and red clutch you bring to a fancy dinner party.

aquarius is all the adventures you might go on. aquarius is the blue of a beach day, the orange of a theme park, the yellow of new places, new sights, new heights.