Took a trip down to Salem & this Baphomet fortune telling machine told me that romance was on the horizon for me. Here’s to not being discriminatory towards the bringers of good news. 💫 ft. my super Christian mom being surprisingly supportive of this prediction (and of the way I acquired it)
An owl visited me and a few weeks later my mom died. I wrote to her in my journal and a man approached me and offered to read me a Rumi poem about being at peace with death. I spoke to my therapist about trusting my gut and taking more chances, and a hawk landed right in front of me on the walk home. Look up moments that feel extraordinary. The universe is in constant communication with us if we listen to it.
Fuckkkk ❌❌ just remembered that one month ago I hear someone saying to beware of crystals, I become suspicious that my rose quartz crystal (supposedly harnesses love, bought with a dear friend at an exhibition summer before last) was unholy and maybe could be a vessel for something demonic and so ventured out into the night and THREW IT DOWN THE DRAIN IN THE STREET and not long after love life crashes and burns… Stay superstitious guys and if not believing at least respectful of everything… Do not act recklessly as I did lest you cannot deny you may possibly have unleashed a curse on yourself….
As in celebrating on the day that Venus goes back to the position it was in on the day you were born. Hbd to my love planet.
ft. an overpriced London fog, cheesecake, pretty, pretty flowers & wearing eyeliner for the first time in years
& “They mistook my kindness for weakness. I’m a fuck up, I know that, but Jesus.”
Lana should release everything she‘s ever recorded & written, including grocery lists