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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from 1989
It's the most accurate thing EVER about me I've read in my life 💯
Moon in Gemini - “Alice, why are you so far from home?”
I’m a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.
The voice is how Moon in Gemini connects to the world and hears the echo reinforcing that she is real. The trickster wears the clock of emotion, and many little personalities come out of hiding when emotions are active and escalating, each with demands and ultimatums of their own. This may be why the individual can routinely act in a different manner to her thoughts and capacity for understanding, logic, and expectations. She can solve other people’s problems like puzzles and gain clear interpersonal insight awareness, but just like Alice says, “I give very good advice but very seldom take it, the waiting makes me curious”. The individual may be unaware of certain needs and vulnerabilities until these are exposed and activated by heightened emotions. The individual may carry unresolved pain for enduring periods, she may even feel like the issue has been reconciled and suddenly feel an overwhelming urge, repeated behaviour, or sensation that brings it back to attention. It’s even possible to be reduced to a lesser equipped or childlike expression of herself, falling down an emotional rabbit hole in a world where she cannot read the signs. This can be a partial result of her intellectual defences and lack of cohesion between logic and emotion, hopscotching in between and becoming tangled in fantasy speaking like rationality. There can also be a tendency to refuse deep disclosure of personal issues and protect herself by divulging as little as possible, thereby diluting the story to others and also to herself. She may also find it exceedingly challenging to share inner and emotional troubles, largely because she cannot find a language to apply and she may try to explain what only verbalises as confusion, riddles, and paradoxical evasion. She never truly gives a voice to the scream, and she never receives inappropriate support for what she needs. These emotional conditions continue to multiply inside, manifesting as different thoughts and conditions with conflicting needs and reactions. The inner experience can therefore be volatile and unpredictable, rarely letting her settle in one place or with one person for too long before the shine wears off and the rawness of her old self in her old place begin to surface.
As a child, the Moon in Gemini person may have seen the parents as being great teachers who had the answer to everything. An adult really betrayed her ideals when they responded to her enquiry with a dismissive, “I don’t know.” The mother may have been quite influential with education, and the fondest memories can be falling asleep to the soothing sound of her mother reading. There is the tendency to be an early reader, often accompanying observing the ability to read, discern, and articulate as crucial to making connections with people and with the world. She may have also entered the realm of imagination to escape and hide inside the pages, or she may have used these words to still the storm inside. It’s also possible that she sees the wisdom of her beloved characters and authors as participating in raising her - like they have been secondary parents or caregivers. There may be a quote for every moment, and retreating into her bookshelf can be like having tea with an old friend. Writing is an emotionally validating and nourishing exercise that balances the inner state and provides an automatic insight into her inner world. Conversation is another natural therapy, and even light hearted and general discussion can rearrange her state of mental mood. Words and writing will always be a home, just like the love notes left in the pages of cherished books. There may be a pattern of becoming quickly bored or restless at school - possibly due to under stimulation attributed to inattentiveness or chattiness. She may have sourced a great sense of comfort and nurturing from teachers, attending school, and the bonding aspect of socialisation. She may have also been quite shy and reticent in the early year and blossomed in confidence and contribution as she grew more comfortable. If the Moon in Gemini child is not introduced into a rich and encouraging early education, she may be conditioned with the same feelings of isolation, intellectual inadequacy, and even the fear of public speaking or asking a question as an adult. It’s also possible that the individual was a twin, or has a bloodline of twin births. There may be early menstruation or sexual exploration rather of curiosity than desire, the image of the mother may oscillate between love and aversion, and she may have also had a very active childhood imagination where her precocious intelligence constructed another reality she slipped into. But it may have also betrayed her with manufactured omens, catastrophes, anxieties, and horrors that she felt unable to control alone. She grows out of these extrinsic fear, but she realises the true terror is knowing what’s inside.
Under the spell of emotion, the Lunar Gemini imagination comes to life. The individual absorbs information like a sponge and rarely remains fixed on the same topic for too long. She may be quite threatened by change but surprise herself with her speed of adaption. Words may be her weapon of choice, slicing the lashing against her lips and hurling a verbal hurricane. When the mood strikes, its best to avoid debate or provocation, because in her self-defence and protection she will throw fire at the object of closest contact. She may also be quite impassioned and inspired by her subjects of interest, and take difference of opinion or invalidation very personally. Mind and emotion are really coaxed in the same milky moon gloss, so there can be a tremendous ability to articulate emotion, turn anguish into poetry, and communicate with intuition and vocal honey. However, misinterpreted or repressed emotions can manifest through nerves, hyperactivity, stomach discomfort, sense of suffocation, chest tightness, pressured speech, or even silence. Difficulty with sleep and nervousness can be erratic, and largely hormonal. The inner needs change radically, and it can be impossible to discern if the mood or emotional experience is reactive or internally derived. She can quickly shift from the self-sufficient woman into the nervous child, and doubt the legitimacy of her feelings until she is in the moment. This is another barrier in communication, like she may remark that she is ‘doing fine’ because she is at that very time, but she will not be very well shortly after. You really have to capture her in the mood or expression that is willing to be open and vulnerable - but this one doesn’t stay around for long. It’s really in these defenceless moments that you see the inner child shining through her mind, innocent and unsure, Alice in sweet ambivalence. Due to her own internal instability, she may fear that her partner or loved ones experience the same, and constantly question their commitment or honesty. The individual can also acquire quirky and unique perceptions and memories of people, like little facts and details overlooked or forgotten by others. The nature of duality is truly visible when emotional control is lost, and by emotional connections. She is independent, but wants to be autonomous by side by side someone. She is ambitious and talented, but she wants somebody to watch her succeed. She writes her poetry alone, but she wants to share it with somebody she loves. She can stand in her own moonlight, but she wants to shine beside a sun. It’s almost like she can appear as two people at once, or as many as there are moods. The face of the moon always moves and changes in the sky, and the individual’s evasiveness leaves most people to wonder if they ever saw the true Lunar Gemini at all.
-Cherry
art by Kurtis Rykovich
FKA twigs - Measure of a Man ft. Central Cee (2021)
Very quick (and very bad) doodle of wonderland seonghwa
(I can't draw faces so I don't try anymore)
He sat at the end of the table in a high chair looking awfully sad. His eyes were gleaming, but he didn't cry, only looked without seeing. He trembled ever so slightly, when I put my hand on his. When no one said anything for a long time, finally I took a seat to his left and poured us both some tea. It smelled mild, swirled with dark herbs, like the brew itself were also sad. Everything looked delicious, but in the end no one had a bite.
After everyone had left, when I'd gathered the dishes and was blowing out the candles, he spoke. Though his voice was quiet as the rustling wind, it startled me. 'I should have noticed' he said. I blinked. A million things rushed through my mind. All wrong things to say. 'I should have noticed, Alice' he repeated, raising his eyes to look at me. He was at the brink of shattering. Suddenly he stood, whisked everything in arms reach off the table, and fell back again. Then, after being closed off for so long, he could finally cry. 'We could have..' His voice broke. The shatters of porcelain crunched under my step. I knelt. I took his hands, and kissed them, but I felt empty.
just know that if i see a white rabbit you probably won’t find me again in this lifetime
The Blue Caterpillar
I'm a fan of Alice in Wonderland, specifically Tim Burton's version. I can separate art from artist, I had to learn to do so from Lovecraft's works.
Anyways, Enjoy!
Kitchen Disaster!
Pairing: Bridget x reader
Request?: Yes!
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none that I’m aware of at least!
It was the day of your 2nd year anniversary and your adorable girlfriend, Bridget planned a baking date with you. Of course you couldn’t say no even though you were a walking disaster in the kitchen.
You were already starting to regret agreeing in the first place when Bridget barged into your dormitory at 4 in the morning. She claimed that it would be fun to go for a run before your baking date to ‘get a clear head’ which you didn’t understand why in the first place but you weren’t going to question her.
Bridget could get scary when she’s mad.
“Okay, so we’re going to make gingerbread men cookies today! But luckily for you I already made them before hand so all you have to do is decorate them.” Bridget informed as she was putting her apron on. “We do not want a repeat of last time.”
The last time you baked with her, you burnt the cookies and nearly caused a fire because you forgot to take them out of the oven, it was heating up for hours.
“Wait, hold on. Did you use the magic cookbook or the normal one?” You asked as she handed you a tray of freshly baked gingerbread men straight from the oven that you will never touch ever again.
“The magic cookbook of course! Did you think I was going to make boring gingerbread men cookies?” Bridget gasped dramatically before booping you on the nose. “Silly.”
“Yes, of course! But don’t say I didn’t warn you if they run away from us, or worse, bite us before we get a chance to try them.” You sent her a teasing smile as you handed her the ingredients to make icing.
Bridget had this obsession with baking magical sweets and it would usually backfire on her and everyone she handed them to. You were her favorite victim.
“You’re being very snarky today, baby.” Bridget sent you a reprimanding look before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Remember we get more from sugar than salt!”
“Sorry...” You muttered softly as you hugged Bridget from behind, placing your chin on her shoulders as you watch her make the icing for the gingerbread men.
Bridget grinned as your arms were wrapped around her waist. She loved it when you clung onto her, usually it would be her who craved for physical touch.
You noticed how she struggle to mix the ingredients together since her hair kept falling into the bowl. “Hold on, let me tie your hair up.” You quickly took a scrunchie off your wrist before using it to tie her hair up.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re too sweet.” Bridget placed a kiss on your cheek when you finished. You always knew how to make her feel like she was on cloud 9, always taking care of her needs even when she didn’t ask you to. “Can you also get another mixing bowl for me, please?”
“Of course! I’m happy to be of service, your majesty.” You nodded obediently, giving her a kiss on her cheek before leaving her side to look for the bowls.
Bridget giggled as she watched you go through all the cabinets in frustration but failing to see the bowl that was right in front of your face.
“I swear they were in here!” You groaned in frustration after you went through the last one but still haven’t found any bowls. It was driving you insane because there were usually bowls everywhere.
“Baby, I think you need to go see a ophthalmologists.” Bridget smiled teasingly as she reached out for the mixing bowl that was on the counter the whole time.
Your jaw dropped as you watched her walk back to her place with the mixing bowl you were trying to find so desperately. “It was there the whole time!? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Your girlfriend laughed at your pouty face before grabbing your face and placing a peck on your lips. “Stop being so pouty and get to work you big baby, those cookies aren’t going to look pretty on their own.” she said before placing icing on your noise when you weren’t looking.
You gasped dramatically before grabbing the piping back and chased after her when she escaped from your grasp. “Hey! I’m not going to let you get away so easily!”
Bridget squealed when you finally managed to get a hold of her, squirming in your arms for a second before caving in. “Alright, fine. You caught me, ahh!”
You chuckled as she tried her hardest to escape the icing but she was cornered and you were going to make her look…dashing!
“Hey! Now you’re a pink cat with white whiskers!” You teased after you finished working on your masterpiece. Bridget sat in still the whole time because you were getting even with her.
“Haha, funny.” Bridget shook her head in amusement before taking the other piping bag that was filled with icing. “Now we shall give life to those gingerbread men before we eat all of the icing ourselves.”
“I’m not too sure if I want to give them life but you do you, honey!” You sighed before you finally start to place icing onto the gingerbread men.
Not too long after, you and Bridget finally finished the work you’ve been working on since the sun rose and now it was nearly time for it to go back to sleep.
“We did a great job.” You pretended to wipe the non existent sweat of your face as you admired the gingerbread men that finally looked like gingerbread men. But you honestly were very surprised that they hadn’t gotten up and ran away already.
“Hey, I did all the work. You only sat and ate more icing!” Bridget exclaimed, throwing you a gentle punch jokingly as she shook her head in disbelief.
“Alright fine, you did a great job so let’s have a bite on your masterpiece.” You sent her a cheeky grin before reaching your hand out to grab one but as soon as you did, it came alive and bit your finger.
You stared at the little man in shock as you winced in pain. “Ouch! Bridget, our baby bit me!”
Bridget froze for a moment after hearing what you said. “Our baby?” She asked as her cheek turned into a rosy red shade.
“Not helping, baby! Get it off me, please!” You screamed as you shook your hand repeatedly, trying to get it to fly off but it won’t budge. For a cookie, it was surprisingly strong and you wondered what monster ingredient did your girlfriend put in those cookies.
“Oh, Right! Sorry, let me help you there-“
Of course the baking date ended with a disaster as always, but it was fine because at least you made your favorite person happy.
Even though you totally thought you were going to die when that gingerbread man nearly bit your finger off.
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