lost in dreams and reality

“Aries:
The heat inside you is within your head, a brain like a wildfire and a touch to match. Don’t let your thoughts burn you alive, don’t let people tell you you’re too lively. After all, fire is alive. Unleash it, don’t cage it; it will destroy you.
And I know you own a touch of self destruction, but your fire is not to be dimmed. Don’t let the fire run over your skin and burn you alive, burns will fade but scars will stay. You’re lovable.

Taurus:
The earthy complexion of you is in your throat, your words are calm and your voice makes others find solace within. You easily lull others to sleep, a voice for the screens. Words may tumble of your lips so effortlessly, and earth is oh so rational but look out; earthquakes don’t come with a time ticket.

Gemini:
The air gushes within your arms. Light feather swift movements, an arm around a friends shoulders. You may balance your plates so well, but watch out for obstacles, you don’t want to drop it all. A hug from you may feel like a breeze, you bring solace with a shoulder brush.

Cancer:
Water runs through your hands, a pencil that you know a bit too well. Pen on paper for another soul wrenching piece, maybe your fingers stray the strings of a guitar. You are the rivers, but also the sea; you’re unpredictable and that’s what makes you so dangerously beautiful.

Leo:
Your fire lies in your heart, conflagration. You burn and sow through forests of minds, don’t let anyone eliminate your spark. You’re a leader with twinkling eyes and vodka felt veins. A complexion of ancient treasure, don’t be so hard on yourself. You feel so much, don’t let the fire take you over, but don’t let anyone make it die.

Virgo:
You have earth in your stomach, hands that make dishes to fall in love with. You love food, your gut always tells you what you have to do. Listen, if your gut tells you that something is wrong than please, listen.

Libra:
Air runs through your kidneys, salt and something to let go of. A harmonious cycle with other organs. You create harmony, you let things go. Don’t drink too much water, don’t let people influence you in what to do, salty tears will spill too much. Don’t make yourself stop crying, you will ache too much; let it go.

Scorpio:
Water churns through the pelvis, a heated lover. A compassionate person, someone who needs affection and is intrigued with the dark underlaying nature of humans and human existence. Know you are never to be replaced, for it’s you who will kiss the eyelids of your lover. You trace outlines of constellations on freckles, and it may be imperfect but find someone who looks at you in a way that makes you think perfection isn’t needed, someone who looks at you like are enough. You are enough.

Sagittarius:
Fire swirls through your thighs, you have a wandering spirit with a mind that investigates every nook and cranny within your own world map. Your thighs are made to run, so travel, fall in love, and be heartbroken. Experience life, you’re worth the adventure. See it as a mission, and see yourself as goal. Find yourself, it’ll be your biggest travel of all.

Capricorn:
Earthquakes churning through legs made to walk and hike mountains, you may not love sports but you are made to climb. Climb the obstacles and mountains of your life, you have to overcome it. Work hard. You’re enough.

Aquarius:
Air swirls inside your ankles, your made to stand up. Stand up for yourself, for crowds, for others. Stand in front of people, tell your ideas. Stand up. You have a voice, don’t let it falter.

Pisces:
Your feet run on waters, a waterfront of imagination. Don’t run away from your problems love, yes your feet will carry you but you are not God. You need others, you can’t run forever, don’t get lost in your dreams to escape reality. Make reality so good you don’t want to sleep anymore. Live.

—  Elements in the zodiac
The Signs —  Elements In The Zodiac

Aries:
The heat inside you is within your head, a brain like a wildfire and a touch to match. Don’t let your thoughts burn you alive, don’t let people tell you you’re too lively. After all, fire is alive. Unleash it, don’t cage it; it will destroy you.
And I know you own a touch of self destruction, but your fire is not to be dimmed. Don’t let the fire run over your skin and burn you alive, burns will fade but scars will stay. You’re lovable.

Taurus:
The earthy complexion of you is in your throat, your words are calm and your voice makes others find solace within. You easily lull others to sleep, a voice for the screens. Words may tumble of your lips so effortlessly, and earth is oh so rational but look out; earthquakes don’t come with a time ticket.

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Sleeping potions are potions that causes the drinker to fall instantaneously into a deep but temporary sleep.

“For the lonely souls lost between reality and dreams.”

First witch potion! I had a lot of fun with this one bc it has lots of plants. The ingredients in my sleeping potion are; lavender, chamomile, purslane, ginger and pure water. 🌸

frases/status wpp em inglês
  • when i’m with you, life isn’t that bad - quando estou com você, a vida não é tão ruim
  • i’m lost inside my own head - estou perdido(a) dentro da minha própria cabeça
  • you make me forget that i’m not okay - você me faz esquecer que eu não estou bem
  • bad choices make good stories - más escolhas fazem boas histórias
  • the best things in life aren’t things - as melhores coisas da vida não são coisas
  • we are just lonely souls lost between reality and dreams - somos almas solitárias apenas perdidos entre a realidade e os sonhos
  • if you are a drug i wouldn’t want be sober again - se você é uma droga eu não iria querer ser sóbrio novamente
  • now i’m without your kisses, i’ll be needing stitches - agora eu estou sem seus beijos, eu vou precisar de pontos
  • your voice sounds like a million melodies in my head - sua voz soa como um milhão de melodias em minha cabeça
  • some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love. each one dies from a different way - algumas pessoas fumam, outros bebem, e outros se apaixonam. cada um morre de uma maneira diferente
  • but darling we are all insane -  mas querida estamos todos loucos
  • it’s not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow - não é o adeus que dói, mas os flashbacks que seguem
  • when life gives you lemons, squeeze them in peoples eyes - quando a vida lhe der limões, esprema-os nos olhos das pessoas
  • baby i’m not poet but for you i’d brun out all the stars to write you a novel - baby, eu não sou poeta, mas para você eu iria queimar todas as estrelas para escrever-lhe um romance
  • please, i do not have time for your tears - por favor, eu não tenho tempo para suas lágrimas
  • your heart know things that your mind can’t explain - seu coração sabe coisas que sua mente não pode explicar
  • feelings just complicate everything - sentimentos apenas complicar tudo
  • sometimes quiet is violent - ás vezes o silencioso é violento
  • i hope you find a way to be yourself someday - espero que você encontre uma maneira de ser você mesmo um dia
  • the past has passed, let it fucking go - o passado já passou, deixe-o ir porra
  • 7 billion smiles, and yours is my favorite - 7 bilhões de sorrisos, e seu é o meu favorito
  • we see what we want - nós vemos o que nós queremos
  • do you ever feel like nobody really cares? - você já se sentiu como se ninguém realmente se importasse?
  • you do not even see my bad side yet - você nem mesmo viu meu lado mal ainda
  • my heart isn’t strong enough for this - meu coração não é forte o suficiente para isso
  • nothing is sadder than meeting the right person at the wrong time - nada é mais triste do que encontrar a pessoa certa na hora errada
  • life is too short to wait - a vida é curta demais para esperar
  • i love how you make me forget how scared i am of life - eu amo como você me faz esquecer o medo que eu tenho da vida
  • the fire in his eyes makes me blind - o fogo nos olhos dele me faz cego(a)
  • good girls have the dirtiest thoughts - boas meninas têm os pensamentos mais sujos
  • you’re my piece of perfect in this imperfect world - você é meu pedaço de perfeito neste mundo imperfeito
  • life is not supposed to make sense - a vida não é feita para fazer sentido
  • I heard that you like the bad girls - Ouvi dizer que você gosta de garotas más
  • I only accept apologies in cash - eu somente aceito desculpas em dinheiro
  • and if you’d call for me you know i’ll run - e se você chamar por mim você sabe que eu vou correr
  • you’re no good for me but baby i want you - você não é bom para mim, mas baby eu quero você
  • the less you care, the happier you’ll be - quanto menos você se importar, mais feliz você será
  •  you’re the best mistake i’ve ever made - você é o melhor erro que eu já fiz
  • i just wanna feel your lips against my skin - Eu só quero sentir seus lábios contra a minha pele
  • good girl with bad habits - boa menina com maus hábitos
  • we’re too young to care - nós somos jovens demais para se importar
Luminaries & Personal Planets

Examples of synthesis.

  • The luminaries are the “lights” of the chart. Known as the two most important planets, the conscious identity (sun) and the subconscious spirit (moon)

Sun: design and desires of the conscious being, vitality and stamina of the spirit (life force), declaration of the identity through self-expression, one’s character, sense of individualism (how/where one ‘shines’ and seeks validation of the ego) Example Used: Sun in Cancer

Basic Cancer Keywords: The home, mother/family past, soul, emotions, empathy, sleepy, moodiness, Moon-ruled, indulgent, privacy, sensitive, creative/imaginative, safety, comfort, protective, retreating, nurturing, needy

Example - The desire and design of Cancer’s conscious being is to seek emotional belonging, tranquility and safety of the soul through their home, family and past. Cancer declares her identity, self-expression and individualism through lunar notions such as empathy, nurtured protection, imagination & creativity but also moodiness, sensitivity, neediness of an abandoned inner child & clinginess. Her vitality and stamina are softened and generally low due to her search for comfort through sleepiness and indulgence. Cancer seeks validation only from those she lets into her private life; she is especially affected by the treatment, validation or lack of thereof from the mother. In other instances, she validates herself through the comfort of private retreat and introspection. 

Moon: the emotive needs, instincts & reactions, subconscious trends of the past, dual “home” concept (external home = one’s dwelling, inner home = one’s soul), essence of the personality, privacy demands. Example Used: Moon in Leo

Basic Leo Keywords: father/masculine principle, proud, vibrant, loyal, creative, determined, arrogant, selfish, warm-hearted, dignified/has self-respect, attention & praise-seeking, sun-ruled (ego, importance of identity, rules the heart) youthful or childish/immature, self-expressive

Example - The emotional needs of a Lunar Leo require praise, appreciation and warm-hearted, loving support, especially so from the father figure. Instinctual reactions are set off theatrically when the ego is punctured and the feelings are dismissed, bringing feelings of insecurity & invalidation. A Lunar Leo requires a home that offers validation of the ego and creative outlets. At the core of his being his soul is vibrant with solar rays, youthful, determined, emanates an aura of self-respect and creative expression, but his personality can be consumed with arrogance, faulty pride, selfishness and immature behavior. He demands privacy when his heart or ego are wounded by those he thought loyal to him.

  • The personal planets are Mercury (Messenger), Venus (Lover) and Mars (Warrior), known as the building blocks of the personality. 

Mercury: perception of & ability to reason with reality, the conscious mind, the mental facilities and communicative abilities, the ability to receive, translate and convey messages. Example Used: Mercury in Pisces

Basic Pisces Keywords: [hyper]sensitive, dreamy, emotional, vague, distracted, imaginative, sorrowful, empathetic, self-pitying, vulnerable, escapist, adaptable

Example - The perception of reality for mercurial Pisces resembles lens blinded by dew drops; the world appears blurry, making her distracted and vulnerable. Her ability to reason with reality may get lost through wakeful dreams of escape and clouded by a mind occupied by unexplained emotional pains caused by her empathy tuning into the vibrations of others. The mental facilities are driven by hypersensitive receptors rather than calculated logic and she is sensitive to the opinion and criticism of others. The communicative abilities reveal sorrowful, vague, dreamy, adaptable and imaginative thoughts&messages. 

Venus: The loving spirit & personal affection, social urges & behavior, physical comforts that bring pleasure in life, harmonious attraction, aesthetic perception, self-perception, values; what the heart appreciates. Example Used: Venus in Virgo

Basic Virgo Keywords: helpful, mercury-ruled, subtle, service-orientated, caring, anxious, worrisome, refined/sophisticated, intelligent/mind-orientated, humble, critical, reliable/self-reliant, mercurial, judgmental

Example - Venus under Virgo has a loving spirit that is shown through physical affection and subtle and helpful acts of service as seen through her earthy temperament, as well as affection from the mind as shown through her mercurial origins. She finds comfort in the simple pleasures of life that bring ease to her anxious qualms, and her aesthetic principles surround mental stimulation such as through journaling inside a serene cafe or burying herself in books during solitude. The perception of herself is distorted through her worrisome, judgmental and critical nature, where she feels undeserving of affection and yet other times she stands modestly dignified and satisfied with her sophisticated mind and self-reliance. Harmonious attraction occurs when another access her mind and sensual needs. She values humbleness, sincerity, and intelligence in others as she presents these qualities in herself. 

Mars: The fighting spirit, aggressive urges and if so inclined, sexual urges. Inner strife “war with the self,” instinctual reactions set off by adrenaline and anger, passionate desires and ambitions, personal energy and stamina. Example Used: Libra Mars

Basic Libra Keywords: tactful, diplomatic, love/relationship, fair yet bias (scales), mind-orientated, equal/balance, static, argumentative, polite, lazy/passive, peaceful, gossipy, superficial, aesthetic-sense, interpersonally/socially/publicly inclined

Example - The fighting spirit of a martial Libra shows a warrior advocating for equilibrium and fairness. He is passionate about connection and the well-being of the public, desires fairness in his interpersonal and social relations, and finds peacefulness in his aesthetic interests. His ambitions reflect what he is passionate about. If sexually interested, he favors romance and mental stimulation and he is accommodating to his partner’s pleasures. He is inclined to favor healthy debates as to ease anger and tensions, yet his airy-intellect may become argumentative, gossipy and he could linger on superficial details as well as his own bias concerning his passions and opinions. Libra mars is attracted to those who are peaceful, diplomatic, polite, stimulate the mind through charm, posses social grace, and prove to share awareness of societal matters like himself. His stamina and energy is lacking as he is inclined to laziness and static, yet during other times the fluctuation of scales can show exercises and habits to “balance” themselves.

Notice the use of keywords integrated together. Try doing so with your placements; take the meaning of planets and the keywords of signs, then bring them together. Note: Be creative with the way you synthesis your writing. It’s robotic and bland for instance, to take one key phrase of mars (e.g fighting spirit) and one from Libra (e.g fair) and to simply say “Libra’s fighting spirit is fair.” 

Colors of Dissonance (pt. 2)

Part 1

Mark leans his head back, his phone making a dent in his hand as he squeezes it tightly inside his pocket. He could call the cops. Maybe Sean needs help…

But he decides against it, for now.

“Alright. You have my attention.”

Sean nods gratefully and starts playing with the corded bracelets on his wrists. “It started not long after our collab video, actually. I got so many subscribers…” Sean smirks, more to himself than anything. “I thought that things were really looking up fer me.” Something dark passes over his eyes, almost as if for the briefest moment, Sean becomes a different person. “But then the headaches started.”

Mark swallows and turns his eyes towards the floor, hoping Sean doesn’t notice the quiet gasp that he gives. Chica presses against his legs worriedly, and Mark rests his hand on the dog’s head affectionately.

“I never missed an upload. Never. I was always so proud of that stupid schedule…” Sean starts to pace in front of the wall of windows, glancing out them occasionally as if he expects something to be there. “The headaches started out to be not so bad, but then they happened over and over. And after a while I couldn’t…” He’s worked himself up into a fury, and now he tugs at the collar of his shirt and pushes his hands through his hair in frustration. “I couldn’t…”

Mark rushes over to the obviously distressed young man and tries to comfort him, but Sean draws a knife. “Don’t t̮̩̗o̷͉u̳̙̜̤̘̜c͜h̷͉ me!”

Mark jumps back as the man’s voice becomes layered with pops of static and glitches. “Woah, woah! Okay!” He raises his hands to either side of his head and wishes for a moment that he’d called someone to help him.

Sean points the knife in Mark’s face. “I couldn’t tell what was real anymore! When I woke up from the game, it was still going on around me! Over and o̤̺̪͖̯̬͙v͏e͔͖͡r̲̹!” Sean giggles and jerks his head to either side uncontrollably, and Mark backs up into the wall of glass. “Then when I tried to speak up—tell other people—they tried to ḳ̵ͅiļ͉̩̘̤l̫ ̝̞̮͚̫̻m͈͓̘̘͍͇̺e̢̹̺̝͖! So I let them think they’d succeeded…”

“Sean… what about… wh-what about Signe?” Mark watches as Sean’s face crumbles from the nightmarish, giggling creature before him back into the young, Irishman that Mark had met before.

He draws in on himself, dropping the knife and putting his head in hands. “She can’t know that I’m alive.” His electric blue eyes find Mark’s again, and this time, they’re filled with tears. “What if they hurt her?”

Mark furrows his brow, unsure of so many things and certain of only one. He wants to help Sean, if he can. “Who is this ‘they’? And what do you mean that they tried to kill you? You were in an accident…”

Sean shakes his head. “It wasn’t an accident, Mark. It was Corporate.” Mark squints. ‘Corporate’ is the name all YouTubers use for the company’s legal and business side. Mark’s channel, all his videos and those of all other Tubers are merely one side to the coin.

“You’re saying Corporate was afraid you’d start telling people that the Tubes gave you those headaches, that it made you lose your sense of reality, so they staged a car wreck?” Mark drags a hand over his face and tries to process what he’s being told. Corporate certainly wasn’t his favorite part of the job. Sometimes the faceless company could be demanding and legalistic, but would they really try to kill someone?

But if Sean really has lost touch with reality, what’s to keep him from dreaming up this whole story in the first place?

Mark sighs. “Sean, what about I call someone? Maybe if you get some help…” Mark reaches for the younger man’s arm, but he pulls away violently.

“I don’t n̻͇̤̣e̞͠ed̬ ̸ą̭͖͓̪͕̲ny̠͍͚͈͈̭͟ ̫̠̫̤͓̼́ͅh̫̳̮͎͖e̻̝͖̺͉̲l҉̙p͎͎̫̦̳̰͜!̯͓̼͕ͅ”

Sean struggles away from Mark but trips over Chica who runs over at the last moment, and when he falls, he hits his head against a table with a sickening crack! Mark kneels at his side when Sean doesn’t move and sees that he’s knocked himself out.

He reaches for his phone again to call the police. Sean needs attention from someone who can help his delusions, but if what he said is true… Mark glances down at the young man’s pale face. He’s gaunt, and there are gray bags beneath his eyes like he hasn’t slept in ages. And it makes Mark’s heart twist up in a knot.

Will Mark call the police? or keep Sean’s presence a secret?

(By the way, we’re going to try voting exclusively by replying to this post please!)

It’s too facile to say that the mysteries of “Twin Peaks” can be waved off as “just a dream.” But from “Eraserhead” to “Lost Highway” to “Mulholland Dr.,” Lynch has long shown a fascination with how fragile our reality can be, given that so much of our understanding of ourselves and our world is defined by what our brains have retained — often hazily. We tend to remember dreams as a series of connected events that seemed vivid and logical at the time, but that recede as we try to piece them back together. That’s not too far removed from how we sometimes recall our own pasts.
—  Noel Murray, writing about Twin Peaks Season 3, episode 14 for The New York Times
"Your father's lands are beautiful"

This, to me, is one of the saddest, and at the same time most pathetic, lines in the two delves we’ve had into Jon Connington’s head. It summarizes so much of what makes him such a fascinating character, because it gets to the heart of Connington’s painfully unrealistic expectations of Rhaegar. For all that Jon nurses his adoration of the dead crown prince, he sets as one of the foundations of this love this isolated line, so clearly not about him or Rhaegar’s relationship to him. Connington has firmly locked this line in his memory as one of the precious relics in his internal shrine to Rhaegar, seizing on it as evidence of the love he so wishes Rhaegar felt for him.

To be sure, Jon’s memory of Rhaegar was shown to be colored by his desire before this line (only two sentences separate JonCon’s first mention of Rhaegar’s name in “The Lost Lord” and his designation of Rhaegar as “my silver prince”). However, “The Griffin Reborn”, the chapter in which this line is seen, delves even deeper into Connington’s emotional memory, presenting a scene as vivid to the restored griffin lord as it was to the young Jon some twenty years ago. That Jon Connington treasures his remembrance of Prince Rhaegar's stay at Griffin’s Roost is obvious from the way he describes it: even so many years later, Jon Connington remembers key details of the welcoming feast, from his father Lord Armond’s argument with Lord Morrigen to the “song of love and doom” sung by the crown prince to the reaction of the crowd to Rhaegar’s performance. Even more cherished, though, is Connington’s memory of the journey he and Rhaegar took to the top of the highest tower of the castle; so dear is it to Jon’s heart that he emphasizes how he took “one (only one!)” such ascent with the Prince of Dragonstone, compared to the many with his lord father.

This opportunity must have seemed the culmination of Jon Connington’s hopes and desires. For once, the crown prince would not be surrounded by fellow squires, courtiers, the “gaggle of lordlings” who attended him constantly, competing for his favor. For once, it would be just the two of them, Rhaegar and Jon, in the comfort of the latter’s own family home. Jon might well have expected that, in such a private moment, the two of them could have a truly personal conversation, befitting not simply their courtly companionship but Jon’s own deep love for the Prince of Dragonstone. Again, his internal descriptions emphasize how important this moment was to him, so deeply carved into his mind: not even the small detail of how difficult the door to the roof of the tower was to open has been forgotten, nor the way the countryside and sea around Griffin’s Roost appeared.

So what does Rhaegar say when the two of them are alone at last?

“Your father’s lands are beautiful.”

His statement isn’t about Jon as his friend, or even as a person - indeed, it’s not even about any individual at all. It’s about land, and a lord’s relationship to the land, that fundamental consideration in a feudal political world. Rhaegar has looked from atop the eastern tower of Griffin’s Roost, and as far as he can see the land belongs to House Connington. His words to Jon Connington are the basic compliment of a liege to his vassal (or, in this case, a liege’s heir to a somewhat lower vassal’s heir), an acknowledgment of the power of House Connington, to rule such lovely country extending to the horizon. There is nothing in Rhaegar’s words that speaks to Jon, or indeed the Conningtons, on any level other than a simply feudal one: the prince might have offered a similar compliment gazing out from one of Highgarden’s tall, slender towers, or exploring the Sapphire Isle with his cousins of Tarth. Indeed, Rhaegar’s words seem more geared toward Lord Armond, “whose only love was land”, than they do to the young man who had been Rhaegar’s companion for probably at least the past decade. It is fitting for the prince often lost in his own dreams, unconcerned with the realities of the present hour, that his words in this close moment to a man “dear to him”, whom he had known since his squire days, are a bland, impersonal comment on the natural setting around him.

What makes this line even more heartbreaking, however, is how unique it is in Jon's POV; this is the only direct quote Connington thinks Rhaegar said to him. That Jon has seized upon this line in his mind may well mean that Rhaegar never said anything more personal to him in their time together. How sad is it for Jon Connington, so deep in his love for Rhaegar, that the best compliment he can remember Rhaegar telling him is not even about him, but about Lord Armond’s lands. Connington clings to this small scrap of acknowledgement - acknowledgement of him as the son of the man whose lands are beautiful - because it came from his “silver prince” and was directed at him in the privacy of their sole moment together. So much of Jon Connington’s relationship to Rhaegar is an invention on the part of the former, a desperate attempt to mold a handsome but emotionally distant man into the lover Connington wanted out of him, and his memory around this line reflects that effort well. Any words from Rhaegar are worthy of an altar in Connington’s mind, because they mean that Rhaegar noticed his existence and considered him worthy to address - and Connington craves worthiness in the eyes of his dead prince. He cannot see - or will not allow himself to see - how little Rhaegar truly cared for him, or how utterly dispassionate this line was; caught in painful cycle of grieving self-blame and delusional hope, Connington clutches this single sentence not for what it is but for what it represents to him - the most intimate moment he ever shared with Rhaegar.