riri♡

ALL YOU BITCHES ARE MALE-CENTERED. AS FUCK. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!

it is genuinely rare that i come across a “nakshatra observation” post or even general sidereal observations that don’t regurgitate these same bs pop astrology talking points. meanwhile, so much of the “discourse” still revolves around male validation, desirability politics, and internalized misogyny, and pretending to be “ascended.” you people are just repackaging the same patriarchal mindsets y’all claim to critique in pseudo-spirituality and calling it “empowerment.” but if the topic is still surrounding men, and especially women’s proximity to men, ESPECIALLY in the vapid and meaningless ways y’all discuss it, then guess what that makes all of you?

let me reiterate again, ALL of y’all are male centered and pick mes as fuck, because the entirety of most content i see on this app has to do with the most shallow and superficial aspects of vedic astrology. i thought we left that shit on twitter. #getoveryourselves

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

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