Gemini & Gemini Rising
Well, what are you waiting for? Write. Write it out, write it down and write it right. Write to save your life. Write what you want from your career but write it in a way that details what you are willing to give to it. Write about what kinds of relationships you want in your life, but write about them in a way that explains to any angel or deity listening why you are so grateful for the opportunity to grow in this way.
Write about all your issues like you are so freaking excited to have the opportunity to live out the solutions you can barely contain it. Write down your desired earned income and then write out all of the inner resources that you already posses in order to make that number a reality.
But let’s back track a moment. This week is bound to give you some pretty good insight about what is holding you back in terms of getting what you know you are worth. Perhaps then, the first thing to do is to write down all your doubts and fears about why you aren’t worth it (whatever “it” is). If you really want to work some magic the next thing that you’ll do is create each fear. Draw it, sculpt it, make a song of it and then dress it up like it’s the most ridiculous, overzealous, overachieving, over the top version of itself possible.
Make fun of your fears.
Air them out. give them back to their maker. Set them free. They’ll most likely come back, but each time you call them out and show them who’s boss they deflate like a beauty queen on a humid NYC summer street.
Show them who’s boss, Boss.
Love isn’t about
fucking each other
at any opportunity.
It also isn’t about
how many months
that you’ve been together.
love is about
being able to see light
inside of the person
who knows nothing
“Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like”
addiction (via pillsand-coffee)
This morning I had a dream thatI was cornered by a mountain lion in a fenced-off forest-like spot in a nature reserve. It was full of snow and I was wearing a fur coat that I had to throw off to avoid attracting this mountain lion enough to attack me.
To see a mountain lion in your dream represents lurking danger, aggression and raw emotions. You need to keep your attitude and emotions in check. Alternatively, the mountain lion symbolizes pride and grace.
To dream that you are attacked by a lion suggests that a force may be driving you to self-destruction. You need to overcome these challenges and obstacles.
To see a white lion in your dream highlights your majestic power. A white lion may also indicate sudden awareness of the power you hold.
To see snow in your dream signifies your inhibitions, unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions. Alternatively, snow means that you are feeling indifferent, alone and neglected
To see a fence in your dream signifies an obstacle or barrier that may be standing on your path. You may feel confined and restricted in expressing yourself. Are you feeling fenced in some situation or confined in some relationship?
To see or wear furs in your dream represent prosperity, status, and luxury. You are shielded from the cold or from poverty. To others, furs can signify cruelty and torture. Alternatively, the dream may also be symbolic of your animalistic and instinctual nature.
"And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”
- Tupac Shakur
"You know, I spent a lot of time out of work.
Now I'm trying to make hay while the sun is shining."
Fassbender you’re a god.
If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.
If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.
If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.
If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.
If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.
And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.
Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Dolly Alderton (via gaslightgoodbye)
From Dusk Till Dawn
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”