ੈ✩‧₊˚ Random Things That Remind Me Of Venus In Water Signs

ok but everyone was talking about anne hathaway and cate blanchett being hot in oceans 8 but i was literally just ogling helena bonham carter the whole time like that woman is FIFTY TWO. and she still looks fucking beautiful like how

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Untitled, 2024 - by David Galstyan (1986), Armenian

Astrology placements and aspects that are stronger than the US Marines:

1. Saturn in 1H

2. Moon in Capricorn

3. L7 in 12H

4. L11 in 12H

5. Venus/Saturn

6. Mars/Saturn

7. Pisces Rising

8. Aquarius Rising

9. Venus in 1H

10. Stellium anywhere

11. Mars in 7H

12. Scorpio Rising

(more to be added)

“Leah was my absolute best friend.  She was an only child too, so it was this next level sisterly bond.  Her boyfriend Rasual became like a brother as well.  He valued Leah’s friendships, so we became like a family.  One night the two of them were driving home and lost control of their vehicle.  Both of them passed away, instantly.  My grieving process was very hard.  People were worried about me.  The everyday, basic things became so difficult.  I wasn’t cooking dinner for my kids.  I wasn’t painting very much.  Then one year after their death, I got invited to exhibit at an art show in Cleveland.  It was on the anniversary of Leah’s funeral.  I’m not even sure why I accepted the invitation.  While I was getting ready in my hotel room, I remember saying a little prayer.  I said: ‘Leah, I love you so much, but help me get through tonight without talking about you.  Just one night.’  I arrived at the event and noticed that I’d be sharing my wall with another artist.  His name was Bonic.  He was deep in conversation with someone.  The first thing I noticed was his voice.  It was a very strong voice.  And it was so familiar.  I introduced myself, and told him: ‘This is going to sound crazy, but your voice sounds just like my friend who passed away.’  And he said: ‘Do you mean Rasual?’  It turns out that he’d known Leah and Rasual for years.  He recognized me from their memorial service.  That was over a year ago.  Since then, Bonic and I have done so many collaborations.  We’ve been all over the world together.  He’s great with my kids.  He’s my soul mate.  Without question, he was the reason I was at that show.  At the end of that night, I went back to my hotel room, and I wrote an entry in my journal.  I wrote the date, and a single line: ‘Leah, did you send him to me?’"                     #quarantinestories

“I knew if they ever found out about me, I’d end up like Johnny Yablonsky. Johnny was soft, he was feminine, he was clearly gay. The neighborhood guys would make him blow them; then beat the shit out of him. He always had a lot of bruises, and absenteeism. He was so defeated. I’ve always assumed he killed himself. And I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me. It was a lot of fear, and shame. The fucking shame. I participated in my own self-negation. I laughed at all the jokes. I tried to tighten up on the masculine stuff. I’d stand in front of the mirror. I’d practice my walk, my diction, the movement of my hands. Somehow I managed to make it out of that town alive. During our first Christmas break at college, I went with my friend Howie to visit his family in Long Island. Afterward he dropped me off at the airport. He thought I was flying home. But I caught the Greyhound Bus to New York City. I put all my stuff in a luggage locker and started walking down 5th Avenue. It was night. It wasn’t lit up like today. All the storefronts were dark; it was like lyric poetry to me. Unopened boxes full of mystery. All I knew was I had to get to Greenwich Village. I kept asking people—is this the village, is this the village? They kept saying: further south, further south. Finally I get to the corner of 8th Street and 6th Avenue, and I’m waiting for the light to change. And this guy starts hitting on me. A few years older than me, good looking. His name was Charlie. And he put a spell on me immediately. From the very first moment, I had a hard-on for Charlie Bacchus. I felt safe with him. He took me to my first gay bar. Then afterward we went to his mom’s loft apartment on Washington Square. She happened to be in Rome. So it was just me and Charlie Bacchus, in this gorgeous apartment, with the door closed, cut off from the rest of the world. There was sex, beautiful sex. First time I’d ever had sex with my shoes off. The next morning I came out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me. Charlie said: ‘What are you doing? Take that off. You’re beautiful.’ He said it so gently, like someone looking at a painting. And it was my first profound lesson in shedding shame.”

Mike Nichols and Elaine May photographed in a bowling alley in New York City, 1961

Narcissa’s visit to Hermione’s parents

Narcissa: *observes if there’s any weed in the garden before entering the                         area of the house.*

Narcissa: *carefully looks around before making her way to the rear of the                         house to find rest of the weeds.*

Narcissa: *feels relieved finding no weed in the whole garden.*

Narcissa: *finally reaches the door, straightens the folds of her dress, clears                      her throat and rings the bell.*

Narcissa: *enters the house holding her head high, greets Mrs Granger in a                      very sophisticated manner.*

Narcissa: *as Hermione’s mother leaves to get some tea, she jumps into her                     operation.*

Narcissa: *checking if there’s dust on the furniture.*

Narcissa: *surfing the TV channels continuously.*

Narcissa: *unnecessarily switching the LED lights on and off.*

Narcissa: *enjoying her childish acts.*

Narcissa: *suddenly notices Mrs Granger standing at the door, holding a tray,                   staring at her with round eyes in amazement.*

Narcissa: *immediately sits straight and tries to act normal but soon realises                     her efforts to look normal has gone in vain already.*

Narcissa: How Mugglish!