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Sorrowscopes@sorrowscopes.bsky.social · 3d ago

Scorpio: Sorry, we don’t have one for you this week— we thought you’d be dead by now.

Realizing that instead of white knuckling through the urge to post random, unprocessed thoughts to the skyline, I would be much better off just grabbing my journal and putting pen to paper. The skyline doesn't need my ravings and writing them out for myself has benefit.

Reposting, because quite frankly, the book sounds like a fun read..... Hopefully someone knows the book.

Miss Pearl 🍁@omisspearl.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Someone mentioned a fantasy book where a man travels back in time to help the heroine of his nation be great (as unintentional femdom) and I misplaced the conversation. Anyone know what I am talking about?

Never not overthinking myself. It's a curse that is often managed, but sometimes overwhelming.

Comparison is the thief of joy. Realization for the day: I find I am more emotionally well regulated when I avoid the health and fitness data I track, Social Media, and the NYT games leaderboard. I'm not sure entirely what that means going forward, but changes are coming.

We perceive safety in the Status Quo. We believe in the fallacy of sunk costs. We choose to stay where we are even when it isn't right for us because we believe the cost to make the change is too great. We forget to count the cost of staying. Count the cost, make an informed decision, act decisively

When in doubt, dancing your booty off is good for the soul.

Standing on the edge of where the water meets the sand, isn't quite the lyric, but it's true at the moment, feeling the land pull between my toes and slide out to sea, eroding gently, slowly & then suddenly, unnoticed & then catastrophic, nature's way of killing softly, shrinking to nothingness.

Beautiful and heartbreaking.

There is no men's fashion equivalent to the sun dress.

Today I choose to live. I am going to dance. I am going to sing. I am going to cry. I am going to shout. I am going to laugh. I am going to love. I am going to fall. I will get back up. Not in spite of the world as it is, but because of its weight. Finding joy anew, Allows me to stand & fight.

That 4 am brain that can be overactive in the middle of a night's sleep, is absolutely feral if I am up and trying to function.

The inertia that left me feeling paralyzed was irrational, the result of the broken fight or flight response inflicting all modern, western humans, less scared of our own shadow & instead haunted by the pings & buzzes produced by the tiny fear box imbedded in our soul for the sake of convenience.

The prose in my head was more lyrical than any I had ever committed to the page, their music drowned out by the drumbeat of conformity and the weight of expectations, dying before they ever had the velocity to escape their mental confines.

Prince Goblin asleep on his throne. #orangecat #catsofbsky #sleepykitty

This, 💯💯. No means No means No. It's a complete sentence and not an opening for debate.

Words carry weight & meaning. Be careful what words you use. "RELAPSE" is a limiting word & can lead to a limiting belief. Today, I choose to live as a sober man. If you are someone who has struggled to make those types of choices: I see you. I love your effort. I am available if you need to talk.

Gutted for my Blue Jays friends. I have no idea why Toronto didn't lock down Bichette immediately.

Whispering silently into the abyss.

PSA: If you are deep in your cups, drunk and alone, unable to imagine life with or without alcohol, frightened, angry, despairing, defeated and wondering if things can be different - my DMs are open to you, I will listen, I will share my story, and if you want help, I will help you find it.

Merry Solstice. Our days only get longer from here.

It seems our collective insecurity is at a fever pitch, so for whoever needs to hear these words of wisdom from me (and my wall clock): Good morning! You're amazing! I believe in you! (So believe in yourself.) Nice Butt. Have a fantastic day.

The cat is confused because I have been slow to get started this morning. He keeps following me around and then staring outside hoping for some kind of activity and attention.

My favorite sweater ripped today, I am looking forward to its future after an appropriate Shashiko mend and sad that it's time in this iteration has come to an end.

"Pluto", Sleeping at Last Til one day I had enough Of this exercise of trust I leaned in and let it hurt Let my body feel the dirt When I break pattern, I break ground I rebuild when I break down I wake up more awake than I've ever been before

Solid in my own body, mind and spirit. Whether I kneel in submission or stand in service. The future remains unwritten, but internal consistency strengthens.

This is 100% the truth. My hope is that each of you knows and understands this for yourself.

Remember, those that can't see your light don't determine its brightness, be you, shine like the star you are, those that can't see it are not your concern.

100% facts.

Okay. I need volunteers. Volunteers of people who work/have worked with silk. And volunteers of people who work/worked with crystals. (Labradorite would be particularly useful)