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🌌🌠Planetary Tarot Spread ✨🔮

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This spread utilizes the correspondences associated with the planets to give you insight on various aspects of your life. 

Sun - how can I gain self-confidence and courage?

Mercury - how can I expand my mind?

Venus - how can I gain new friendships or romantic relationships?

Earth - how can I provide stability for my life?

Moon - how can I meet my current emotional needs?

Mars - how can I be more passionate about my ambitions?

Jupiter - how can I improve my financial situation?

Saturn - how can I be more disciplined?

Uranus - what are the boundaries in my life in which I need to free myself from?

Neptune - how can I show compassion towards others?

Pluto - in what areas do I need to transform myself?

I’m not saying I want to take your guns away. I’m not saying you don’t deserve a right to protect yourself.

But how can you say your right to own guns is more important than the fact that children are dying.

Let me repeat that: children are dying.

I work in a school. My husband works in a school. I’m haunted thinking that “is this the day?” Will today be the day I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time and someone who is sick and wasn’t able to get help will walk in and tear through my flesh with bullets? Will today be the day I get the call my husband died protecting his students?

I don’t want to take away your guns, that would be impossible in a world that has already tasted the power of having a weapon. But something needs to be done. New laws to protect both people who choose to buy and carry guns in the correct way as well those who choose not to. Laws that provide better mental health resources to help those that need it or stop those beyond help.

So since 2015 I’ve set out to do one big, positive, outside of my comfort zone, thing each year. 2015 I participated in GISHWHES and had a BLAST with my friends (despite having an eye infection and being blind the first 3 days) and in 2016 I wanted to start taking better care of myself (and lost 23 pounds FUCK YEAH) and I think I’ve figured out what I want to do this year. I think at some point this year I’d like to play a live show with my ukulele. I started playing in 2015 (part of the “try new things” theme of the year) and I think I’m pretty good. Even if it’s just on a street corner I’d like to play songs I’ve worked hard to learn to more than the shirts hanging in my closet/practice room. Though I think I’d like to have it at a place I could invite people to. Anyway, I guess this post is part “if I tell people and put it on the internet I hold myself accountable to doing it” and part asking for advice maybe? Anyone have any good tips on preforming live? Things they liked or didn’t like as an audience. I’ve never done it before and I’m probably only gonna do it once so I’d like it to be good.

DIGITAL GLITCHES BY JESSICA ANDERSDOTTER

The Mental Health Quilt is a collaboration between Tumblr and The City of New York. Each patch of this quilt is a creative expression of someone’s relationship with mental illness—their own, or someone they love. As you add to it, we hope it reduces the stigma surrounding mental and emotional health.

All artists, (that means students and professionals, painters and cartoonists, sculptors and illustrators, animators and fine artists, EVERYONE who creates) this September 6th* is World Art Drop Day. Wherever you find yourself that day, drop a piece of your art and tell someone where to find it. The world needs this right now. We need to feel a little more connection to each other and there’s nothing like the bond two random strangers can make through the act of creating and giving.

I recently just finished a cross-country art drop this summer and it was exhilarating. The emails and responses I received from the finders ran the gamut of funny to touching. I want that for everyone!

Here’s how it works:

Draw a picture and hide it somewhere.

Take a photo of either the art or the hiding spot or a combination of both.

Post the image, the city you dropped it in, and a hint on any social media of your choice. Be sure to included the hashtag: #artdropday

Then move on, hoping someone finds it. OR hang around and meet your new friend.

That’s it!

I need your help spreading the word on this. Reblog it, retweet it, facebook it, or even tell someone in person!

September 6th, lets connect the whole planet with art!

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.