THE MOON IS IN SCORPIO MUAHAHAHAHA

THE MOON IS IN SCORPIO 😈🔥MUAHAHAHAHA

Scorpio  Scorpio Moon

Emotional Exorcism 

Emotions are a source of energy for Scorpio. Wherever emotion goes, it makes passion, desire, love, and collision flow. It’s difficult for Scorpios not to pour their whole spirit into their emotional pursuits, they can become unwillingly attached, infatuated, and consumed. Whatever they become emotional about can seem like a matter of life and death. Scorpios are naturally impassioned, and when their hearts have locked forces their resolve is inspiringly remarkable. This is why Scorpios can become explosive, commanding, and ferocious in debate and ensuring the message is heard. They can become intensely frustrated and agitated toward people who disrespect their craft, conviction, or calling. They put their heart and soul into these pursuits, they represent a part of themselves released from the shackles and exposed vulnerably to the world. The Scorpio’s emotions are like a morse-code, and next to impossible for anyone but the Scorpio to decode, but this can only follow intense self-reflection and painful self-honesty. Emotions intrude like masked assassins and the message is obscure, complex, and lurid. They can become very good at containing these in the short term, but that dense and opaque fire is always burning behind the eyes. They are forced to tear themselves to shreds with psychological incisions to source the mood, the emotion, and the wound, learning to decrypt their emotions like a psychic psychiatrist and read them like it’s someone else’s diary. There are multiple layers and currents in every emotion, and the mood prevails long after the physical experience has vanished. This can be demanding, so it’s common for Scorpios to shut themselves off from people for days and crawl into spaces that nobody knows.

-C.

art by Xue Wang

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

A letter to my unrequited love - I

{Confessions of a scorpio moon}

I thought I loved you. It was dangerous. I was intimidated how severely you controlled my mind. I was willing to do anything to please you. To give up my freedom, my studies, my family, my friends, my foundation just to spend time with you. I'd stare at my phone with anxiety crawling up my skin, wondering if you were ignoring me on purpose. You always did it intently. It would drive me mad. I'd be so hurt and pissed knowing you'd read my messages but would never care to reply. I would never understand why I would reply to you in milliseconds when you'd make me wait for hours. Why I'd hurt after hurting you as a form of reactive abuse. I always wanted to soothe your pain, to ease your suffering, to make you feel loved because I saw past your facade. I knew how you'd be the cool guy, the life of the party, the social butterfly who could charm anyone. But I wanted to be the special one who'd lock eyes with you and make you mine. I never felt like I deserved you. I put you on a pedestal and worshipped you like God. I always felt like you were everything that was considered "cool" by the society. People would admire you. They would give in. I did too. You could draw in anyone you liked. You had the game. You could lay eyes on anyone and have them by sweet talking them into your trap. I knew you were playing me. My intuition tried to warn me several times. The red flags seemed dangerous every now and then but being the reckless lover that I am, I thought you'd be the right person to break my heart. Maybe, I expected too much from you. I wanted you to fill the voids I had. I wanted to be consumed by your love. I needed your attention constantly. I wanted to talk to you 24*7 although I never really had much to talk about. I was boring as hell but you, there would always be messages lined up for you. I felt privileged and honoured to receive a reply from you. It validated me. I felt seen. And heard. And appreciated. It was the best feeling ever. I had only been abandoned, discarded and used all my life. Being validated felt magical for a change. It made me want to surrender my life to you. I started living as per your terms. I'd do little things you'd mention in conversations to become your ideal lover in hopes of being noticed by you. But time and again, you'd fail to notice me. As if I was never there. But I was. I was always there for you. Through thick and thin. Right before your eyes.

-R

I have 7 Scorpio placements in my Natal Chart and I can sense lies from a mile away. I also have a Taurus stellium which implies that not only do I have zero tolerance for lies, but I also thrive at finding them out. You lie, you die bitch. I don't give second chances to people. Come clean is all I say. Don't try to outsmart me because I know what's up with your lying ass. If I find you lying (which btw, I will) for futile, petty shit, you lose all my respect. And as a consequence, I will cut you off because I don't like an unequal give and take. Don't mess with me because I always know what's up. I see through a web of lies. Kind of a blessing as well as a curse, I'm not complaining though.

To add to the list of things I hate and are pissing me off, here's another one. I absolutely hate when people start liking my posts. Commenting is cool but I don't want to know who's read my posts (I DO I DO I DO) and who's tapped the little heart button to drop a like. I hate when the notifications in my notification box start piling up in huge numbers because I lose sight of my answered asks and anything more substantial and relevant.

Can someone please help me out. I want to turn off the like button on Tumblr. Is that even an option? How do you turn off likes and prohibit people from liking your posts? Hmu 😭