mj.txt

please i’m already running on two neurons and a dream 😭

I swing between feeling like too much and not enough. A burden. A project. Someone to fix.
It’s hard not being fully independent. Not always being able to care for myself.
But I’m still worthy. Even in the mess. Even in the need. I’m not less for needing help

Sometimes I spiral into needing to prove I’m useful. Like if I’m not helpful, I’ll be forgotten.
But the truth is I don’t have to earn love by doing.
People love me as I am. Even when I’m still. Even when I’m soft.

choosing sleep over spiritual character development this eclipse season. let the moons fight without me 💤🪐

7.
this isn’t about facts. it’s about vibes.
not history—ritual.
not biography—blasphemous dream.
this one’s for the mythic weirdos who refused to be just one thing. 🌒✨

6.
together they made:
• “vasa disorder” (the album)
• “the heretic and the starman” (the tour)
• a mixtape hidden in the vatican archives

5.
in my mind they met in a smoky tavern in 1603.
bowie had just finished the station to station tour.
cecilia had a wine stain shaped like the pope’s face.
they bonded over absinthe and the art of vanishing.

4.
bowie said, “i’m not a woman or a man—i’m a universe.”
cecilia wore power like a doublet and devotion like a pearl choker.
they made and remade themselves in public, then vanished into legend.

3.
cecilia escaped sweden in velvet and catholic scandal.
bowie escaped bromley in heels and kabuki paint.
they both knew: exile is just a stage name for freedom.

2.
what do they share?
• exile as reinvention
• gender-bending as strategy
• art as arson
• religious drama
• fashion as warfare
• and a deep commitment to ✨leaving behind a legend✨

1.
just dropped a completely unhinged theory:
david bowie and 16th-century swedish princess cecilia vasa are ✨spirit twins✨.
themes include exile, gender, scandal, and disappearing into myth.
it’s not history. it’s glitter theology. 🧵

Princess Cecilia of Sweden really said: what if I was a royal and also completely feral.
She snuck a man into her room, caused a diplomatic crisis, and tried to flee creditors while serving LOOKS.
Your fave could never. 👑🪞💅

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Posted something tender & heavy on Substack:
about breaking down when my tub got moved.
about suicidal spirals, sacral mwahs, grief, and the holy ache of staying.
this isn’t a resolution. it’s recognition.
a spell for the part of me that still wants to live. 🕯️

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Forgot how much I love making poke. The chopping, the sesame oil, the tiny fish cubes that feel like spell ingredients.
And eating it, of course. That part’s sacred. 🍚✨

I have no idea what any of this means but I’m spiritually aligned with the energy. Big tittied dogboy feels like a sign from the gods. 🐺📡

yes i’m oscillating violently between “what a blessing to witness this turning point in human history” and “i should simply eat drywall and evaporate”
every day is a new apocalypse and i am somehow both the prophet and the court jester 🪦📡

🌿 wrote about my father, grief, and tarot on Substack
the soft child of a man who never got to be one.
page of wands reversed + temperance.
a restless fire, a long-awaited peace.
this is how I honor him now:
by making room for softness where he only knew survival.

Tarot says I’m headed into something flirty that turns serious. Long-distance. Maybe famous. Maybe a fire sign. I’ll just know. And I’ve been told not to run.
Also: a call from the past, healing incoming, and something unholy-hot on the horizon. 🕯️🩸👀

Sorry but I need every piece of media to include emotionally damaged blonde twins whose moral alignment is determined by hair parting. 🥀🧬

Coralie Fargeat pick up the phone!!!!1

Imagine realizing all the Bond girls were real, and all of them died, and he stayed the same.
That’s not espionage. That’s a horror film about a man-shaped curse.
Give it to A24. Let the camera linger on the lipstick-stained ghosts. 🕯️🩸

HOTTE SINGLES NEAR UNTO THEE? I downloaded COURTR immediately.
He hasn’t written since Lent but I know he’s there.
Liking falconry posts. Ghosting like it’s a form of penance.
I’ll see him in the herbalism forum and I’ll pretend I’m fine. 🕯️📜🩸

I love sleeping. I do. But every night? Seems excessive.
What if I just stayed up and spiraled instead. For balance. 🕯️📖

BG1 & 2: “I’m doing spells in the family den while mom makes soup. There’s a cat. Life is fine.”
BG3: “I’m making out with a vampire in a hell dungeon and I haven’t blinked since Tuesday.”
Both are valid. Both are comfort. Both are me. 🧙‍♀️🩸

Got a pre-birthday haircut so I can cry hotter when the day comes. Priorities. 💇‍♀️🔥🎂

Totally. Retrograde Saturn in Aries is like a wounded hero sketching war plans in candlelight.
Direct? It’s throwing a match at your life and calling it character development.

Shout out to my small town that has the Hollywood Mexico filter. Or the Denis Villeneuve one.
Ran into a ghost in the tortilla aisle. Didn’t say a word.
Lighting was perfect. I almost cried next to the salsas. 🕯️📽️🌵

A Polaroid of me as the High Priestess — soft light, sinner’s mouth, and eyes that know too much. It’s giving vintage glamour, unspoken penance, and the sacred ache of waiting for a diagnosis I might not deserve.

The High Priestess lives in me, so I gave her a face for the day.
She wanted soft light, a Polaroid frame, and a damned ADHD diagnosis. Or at least some stimulants. 🕯️📸

Starting the ADHD process and holding my hope gently.
I want to be believed, but I’ve learned not to expect it.
If you’ve walked this path, what did it teach you? 🌒