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Astro note
My Pisces Venus trying to be a dreamy hopeless romantic
But my Venus aspects/degrees are

Venus conjunct Lilith
Venus square Pluto
Venus in the 9th house
Venus at a Gemini degree (27)
And in my Venus persona chart I have An Aries Venus in the 8th house
I related to the whole song but when I heard these specific lyrics they stuck out and I really related to it
I tried to love you hopeless, baby,But I'm too cynical
Cause everytime I give love a try I never like what I find
Coming from your mouth, out of your mouth You should beg me to believe That what you say is really what you mean What do you mean, mean?
You can think that I'm a bitch But I don't switch between it just for sympathy
Anyone who has the same or similar aspects/houses do u relate to the song
I have trouble believing people loves me. Days like today I feel like I’m not loved by anything and everything, anyone and everyone. I doubt the love of those around me, even my parents. I just wanna be loved and believe I’m being loved, is that too much?
I was wondering why you two began to effortlessly blend,
You both seemed to constantly go hand in hand,
It troubled me for weeks,
Was there something wrong with me
That forbade me from entering your sacred ring?
Then it all came to fruition,
An epiphany at midnight, as sweet and natural as birds first flight;
The toxic group together with incredible might,
What better way for you to wallow in self-pity,
Than to gather in small numbers and complain about how you’re living?
So I’ve decided that I won’t let it trouble me any longer,
And for that I believe I am much stronger.
cynically yours, 4br4h4m l!nc0ln
Some time ago our fathers vomited forth on this continent a new kind of havoc, a new nation conceived in drunken greed and dedicated to the delusion that all men (and only the “fairest” men) are created equal.
Then, as now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that pathetic nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure it's own existence.
We are met on a blood soaked, offal stinking battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might have something to talk about later- over drinks before the sporting match begins. The cheapness of their lives notwithstanding, it is altogether fitting and proper that we should put ourselves through these superficial paces.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The diluted citizens, living and dead, who pointlessly struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our utterly insufficient power to add or detract.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, and it will inevitably forget what they did here.
It is for us the sorry living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work of vain madness which they who fought here have thus far so wretchedly advanced. It is rather for us to be here pathetically dedicated to the great task remaining before us
-- that from these nameless dead we take increased devotion to that ill-founded cause for which they gave the last full measure of misguided devotion
-- that we here would highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; though we know they certainly have
-- that this corruptible nation, under any truly righteous higher power, must make an end of itself
-- and that government of the greedy, by the corporations, for the money, must needs perish in ignominy from this ravaged earth.
the river
Let’s go down the river
treachery
the liquid flows
ever so rapidly
this undefined blur
screams imperishably
let’s flee down the river
perhaps die hastily
© Margaux Emmanuel
I’m stuck somewhere between hopeless romantic and cold-hearted cynic.
surgeryandsex (via wnq-writers)