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i love being the person that inspires others to think big through the moves i make in life and actually embodying that energy. now...either this leads to them actually being inspired orrrr intimidated or BOTH. regardless my impact lives on LOL

vibe for the rest of the year is not listening to people that don't have the life i want to live. people will easily project their insecurities onto you & try to block your blessings. i've seen things happen in my life because i CLAIMED it would be mine. y'all are afraid to claim the "impossible" because y'all are too busy listening to people who think small. remember to think big from here on out.

i turn into a best-selling poet on my period LMAO

the less i lean on my logic as a source of explanation, the more i notice how majority of people are logically driven. i can only hope that my embodiment of a foreign concept lights a fire within them that cannot be comprehended or intellectualized.

i been thinking about how at some point men didn't exist and women procreated themselves and with other women, meaning that women have evolved biologically to depend on men as a source of creation. creating a baby is the DENSEST level of creation. it makes me think like...are men the byproducts of an energetic imbalance within women? what initiated this? pondering...

Aesthetic is not forced it’s a form of expression and development overtime

true love is transcendent. it knows no bounds. it knows no limitations. even in the absence of sunlight, the moon still exists.

almost teared up on the plane because for some reason watching the sunset while hovering amongst the clouds reminded me of my grandmother. she died when i was a baby, so i don't remember her in the physical but in spirit...she's so familiar. like ive known her my whole life. i'm embodying her wildest dreams. alchemizing our entities into spirits. the more i do it, the more i feel this overwhelming pull towards her. she speaks to me in ways that ill never be able to describe in mere words. a relationship built organically. fated. ingrained into my existence. i love you bobbie jo.

my bharani moon and me loving being on my period. i honestly love witnessing myself in every phase of the cycle. bleeding. ovulation. luteal. the womb is the greatest communicator because it requires no logic. only experiencing. only witnessing.

i need to add "ego demolisher" to my list of self-proclaimed titles

Every day I wake up and life spoils me in a new way I’m so lucky

I love being a bad bitch and a philosopher I’m always reflecting and assessing, my water runs deep.

pluto in aquarius will exhibit to the masses what true community is. community isn't codependence. humans have become codependent on quite literally everything. codependent on capitalism. codependent on jobs. codependent on the government. codependent in relationships. codependent on identities. codependent on nature. the aquarius archetype carries a certain detachment NECESSARY to uphold a true community, which is why aquarius can oftentimes be associated with both detachment and humanitarianism. identifying TOO heavily with anything will lead to codependency.

feels like i've lived 2 separate lives in the past week LOL quantum leaping is no joke

this scene sent heartbeats through my coochie

UPWARD BITCH

+ pole dancing. i love witnessing the body/spirit alignment through movement. life changing.

This plus 80% of eating clean but it’s all worth it for me, personally

Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.

The perfect place to daydream  ❤️

i'm dying more than i've ever died before and i'm finding great comfort in it. dark phoenix rising tings.

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "The Crows," featured in New & Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

oh nothing just unlocking gematrix keys while eating a pomegranate right before my new moon cycle lol

reeeeally been learning a lot about myself lately like oh. my life is actually just beginning