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I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature. All of this is art to me.

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The Little Prince and Alice Through the Lens of Zodiac Signs: Virgo and Cancer

Have you ever wondered how zodiac traits might manifest in our favorite literary characters? As I daydreamed yesterday, I decided to explore this idea, analyzing the astrological characteristics of two beloved figures. Here’s what emerged from this whimsical experiment!

The Little Prince: The Analytical and Dreamy Virgo

Observant Nature The Little Prince is constantly observing and analyzing the world around him. His thoughtful questions and pursuit of truth resonate deeply with the Virgo archetype.

Constructive Criticism While he notices flaws in others, his approach isn’t harsh but filled with understanding and sadness. Virgos, too, are known for their gentle yet perceptive critique of the world.

Curiosity for Knowledge His interplanetary travels stem from a desire to understand life, a defining characteristic of Virgo's inquisitive and knowledge-seeking nature.

Attention to Detail His devotion to his rose reflects Virgo's trademark care and focus on small but meaningful aspects of life.

Alice in Wonderland: The Dreamy and Adaptable Cancer

Emotional Reactivity Alice’s vivid emotions—crying, anger, and wonder—perfectly embody Cancer's sensitive and emotional temperament.

Boundless Imagination The fantastical journey through Wonderland mirrors Cancer’s powerful capacity for dreaming and imagining.

Nurturing Instinct Despite the absurdity of Wonderland, Alice treats its inhabitants with respect and care, showcasing Cancer's innate kindness.

Yearning for Security While she embraces her adventures, Alice longs to return home, revealing the Cancerian love for comfort and familiarity.

Peter Pan and Wendy: Aquarius Meets Cancer

Peter Pan: The Eternal Dreamer and Free Spirit Aquarius

Independent Spirit Aquarians crave freedom and resist constraints, much like Peter Pan, who refuses to grow up and cherishes the liberties of childhood.

Eccentricity The whimsical world of Neverland, pirate duels, and life with the Lost Boys highlight Peter's Aquarian flair for the unconventional.

Idealism With a visionary mindset, Aquarians prioritize dreams and ideas over practicality. Peter’s belief in the magic of childhood exemplifies this.

Emotional Detachment Although he cares for his friends, Peter maintains emotional distance, particularly with Wendy—a hallmark of Aquarius independence.

Magnetic Leadership Peter’s charisma and unique worldview naturally inspire the Lost Boys, reinforcing his role as a quintessential Aquarian leader.

Wendy: The Caring and Sentimental Cancer

Maternal Care Cancer’s nurturing qualities shine through Wendy, who lovingly assumes the role of a mother for the Lost Boys, providing warmth and guidance.

Emotional Depth Wendy’s heartfelt relationships, especially her unrequited care for Peter, reveal the emotional sensitivity typical of Cancer.

Attachment to Home Despite her adventures, Wendy yearns for her family and the comfort of home, embodying Cancer’s deep ties to security and belonging.

Imaginative Yet Grounded While Cancer thrives in imagination, they remain anchored to reality. Wendy enjoys Neverland’s magic but understands the importance of returning to her real life.

Conclusion: What Connects These Characters?

From The Little Prince to Alice in Wonderland and Peter Pan, each character exudes unique zodiac traits, weaving astrological energies into timeless literary works:

The Little Prince reflects Virgo's analytical curiosity.

Alice captures Cancer's emotional dreaminess.

Peter Pan embodies Aquarius' free-spirited eccentricity.

Wendy personifies Cancer’s nurturing sensitivity.

Each of these characters offers a fascinating blend of zodiac archetypes, reminding us that astrology’s timeless wisdom can be found even in the world of fiction.

What do you think of this astrological analysis? Share your thoughts and ideas in the comments below! 😊✨

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I used to believe that memories were the most valuable thing we could have—tiny pieces of love and effort poured into snapshots of time. But then I realized something devastating: everything we treasure—photos, moments, even the way someone once saw us with love—can be erased in an instant.

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Stop breaking your own heart by trying to make a relationship work that clearly isn't meant to work. You can't force someone to care about you. You can't force someone to be loyal. You can't force someone to be the person you need them to be. Sometimes the person you want most is the person you're best without. You got to understand some things are meant to happen, but just not meant to be. Some things are meant to come in your life, just not meant to stay. Don't lose yourself by trying to fix what's meant to stay broken. You can't get the relationship you need from someone who's not ready to give it you. And you might not understand WHY NOW, but I promise you your future will always bring understanding of why things didn't work out. TRUST ME. Don't put your happiness on hold for someone who isn't holding on to you.

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Blue and the Garden’s Secret Truce

Blue and the Garden’s Secret Truce Blue stretched out lazily between the rows of strawberries, their sweetness filling the warm air around her. It was her summer holiday, and she was staying with Granny Walnut—a wise old herbal healer whose hands seemed to carry magic for plants. Granny’s garden wasn’t just a garden; it was a world filled with vibrant, chattering plants and creatures that, as Blue soon discovered, were very much alive in their own special way. As Blue’s eyes began to close, lulled by the hum of bees and the scent of basil and thyme, a faint, bell-like giggle echoed nearby. Blinking awake, Blue found herself face-to-face with a tiny figure—the size of her thumb—sitting on a strawberry leaf, tears glistening in her wide brown eyes. This was no ordinary berry; it was a tiny Strawberry Princess, crowned with a cap of strawberry green, her freckled face radiant yet sad. Blue’s heart melted for the little princess, who sniffled and dabbed her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Blue whispered, lying down on her elbows to get closer. “Oh, it’s a terrible situation,” the princess replied, her voice tinkling like little chimes. “The Radish People took me away! They’re always causing trouble… they want more space, more water, more sun… And now they’re at it again!” Before Blue could ask more, a quick rustling sound came from the radish patch nearby. Out stepped a fierce-looking Radish Soldier, his little belly poking out under his hazelnut helmet, one boot on his foot, wielding a chopstick sword with a soldier’s pride. He eyed Blue suspiciously before letting out a tiny but commanding squeak. “Stand back, stranger! I may be small, but I’m sworn to protect the Strawberry Princess!” “Oh dear,” said Blue with a laugh, realizing that this little radish fellow was all bluster and bravery. “You’re here to protect her? But you just said she was taken!” The radish soldier flushed, his radish-red face darkening a shade. “Well…yes, sort of. The truth is, I’m helping her escape. See, my name’s Rhizzy, and I’m one of the few Radish People who thinks we should work things out with the strawberries. But it’s complicated, you know?” The strawberry princess nodded, her eyes still wet but bright with determination. “The Radishes and the Strawberries have been bickering forever over who deserves more sunlight, more water, and more of Granny’s attention. But Granny Walnut loves us all! If only the others could understand…” Blue smiled, sensing that these tiny garden folk had big hearts beneath their prickly rivalry. “So what do we do? How can we make peace?”

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"At some point, you have to look someone in the eyes and say, I love you, and I always will, but the life you’re offering isn’t one I can live anymore. I’m not asking you to change; I’m asking you to understand that you’re free to be exactly who you are—just not alongside me. I’m choosing something different now.

I’ve reached a place where I no longer want to build memories with everyone. Some connections need to stay in the past, where they belong. I’ve come to realize I am enough for myself, and that has shifted everything. I don’t know if you’ll miss me, and maybe I’ll wonder for a while if I’ll miss you, too. But that question no longer holds power over me. I don’t want to circle back to the beginning, to recycle chaos into some idea of stability.

Choosing yourself is its own kind of intimacy. It’s a quiet, powerful act of courage—one that allows you to love others without compromising the love you have for yourself. And that’s not selfish; it’s a form of hope."

RD

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The Little Dreamer & The Old Wise Man

Scene: The girl sits on a weathered bench, her small feet dangling above the soft earth, twirling a dandelion in her fingers. An old man with silvered hair, his face etched with the lines of time, quietly approaches and sits beside her. They sit in comfortable silence, until...

Little Girl (staring at the dandelion): Why don’t we chase them anymore? The dandelions, I mean. We used to, right? You must’ve chased them when you were small, too.

Old Wise Man (smiling gently): Ah, the dandelion dreams. Yes, I chased them once. Ran barefoot through the fields, feeling like I could fly with the wind. But that was long ago, child.

Little Girl (curiously): What happened? Why did you stop?

Old Wise Man (pausing, looking up at the sky): Life happened. I grew up, like all people do. They tell you that chasing the wind doesn’t get you anywhere, that there are more important things to run after.

Little Girl (frowning): Like what?

Old Wise Man (with a soft chuckle): Time. Work. Responsibilities. We start chasing hours instead of dandelions, racing from one task to the next. You’ll understand one day.

Little Girl (shaking her head fiercely): I don’t want to. I don’t want to stop chasing things that make me happy.

Old Wise Man (smiling with a touch of sadness): You shouldn’t. But sometimes, we forget. We forget how it felt to be free, to feel the grass under our feet, to sing with the wind. We stop running after the stars and start chasing things that don’t shine as brightly.

Little Girl (thoughtfully twirling the dandelion): That sounds... lonely. Don’t you miss it? Don’t you miss running with the wind?

Old Wise Man (nodding slowly): Every day. But when you’ve been running after other things for so long, you start to think that’s all there is. You forget that once, your heart beat to the rhythm of something wild and beautiful.

Little Girl (gazing at him with wide eyes): But... if you miss it, why don’t you chase it again? You’re still here. The wind’s still here. The dandelions are still waiting. (she blows gently on the dandelion, sending the seeds dancing in the air)

Old Wise Man (watching the seeds float away, quietly): Ah, child. You’re wiser than you know. I suppose I’ve just forgotten how. People forget, you see. The world tells you to be serious, to be responsible. And before you know it, your feet are too heavy to run.

Little Girl (hopping off the bench and grabbing his hand): Come on then! You just need to remember. Look, the grass is soft. The wind’s calling. You can still run, can’t you? Even if you’re old?

Old Wise Man (laughing heartily): Old, am I? Well, these bones are creaky, but... (standing slowly, his hand trembling in hers) I suppose I could manage a few steps.

Little Girl (grinning brightly): Not just a few! We’ll chase the wind like it’s our best friend, like the stars are watching us and cheering us on!

Old Wise Man (squeezing her hand as they start to walk through the field): Perhaps it’s time I chase dandelions again, after all these years. Maybe I haven’t forgotten as much as I thought.

Little Girl (laughing as she begins to skip ahead): See? You’re already remembering! Hurry up, before the wind gets away!

Old Wise Man (watching her dance ahead, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years): Yes... I think I’m remembering just fine.

End Scene

That spark of youth, Scribe, how it reminds us of forgotten magic. 🌾🌙✨

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Hiding the Truth: Why It’s a Form of Cheating and Betrayal

When we think about cheating, most of us picture deceit, infidelity, or a deliberate act of dishonesty. But what about the things we *don't* say? Hiding the truth, even with the intention of "protecting" someone, is also a form of cheating. It may not feel as blatant as outright lying, but it can be just as damaging—if not more. Whether in romantic relationships, friendships, or even work environments, hiding the truth undermines trust, breeds doubt, and invites karmic consequences.

Why Hiding is Cheating

At its core, hiding the truth creates a barrier between two people. Trust thrives on openness, and when someone withholds important information, they manipulate the narrative, controlling how the other person perceives reality. This distortion of the truth is a form of emotional manipulation, and it's unfair to the person being kept in the dark.

When you hide the truth, you're not allowing the other person the opportunity to make informed decisions based on the whole picture. You're essentially stripping away their right to know what’s really happening, and in that sense, it's a betrayal of their trust. And just like outright lying, this kind of secrecy can slowly erode the foundation of any relationship.

Karma Always Knows

One of the most significant spiritual aspects of hiding the truth is the karmic weight it carries. Every action we take is tied to an intention, and hiding the truth is often rooted in fear, insecurity, or selfishness—all of which are low-vibration intentions. These energies don’t disappear into thin air; they create ripples in our lives and relationships. Karma, the universal law of cause and effect, sees everything. When you withhold the truth, you're sending out dishonest energy, and that energy will eventually return to you in one form or another.

Destroying Trust in Relationships

Trust is the foundation of any healthy relationship, and once it’s broken, it’s incredibly difficult to rebuild. Hiding the truth chips away at that trust, leaving your partner or loved one to question what else you might be keeping from them. It creates a cycle of doubt and insecurity, where even the smallest omissions can turn into major sources of conflict.

People are intuitive. They may not always know exactly what’s being hidden, but they often sense when something is off. When the truth eventually comes to light—as it almost always does—partners or friends will naturally ask more questions. They’ll dig deeper, and this can lead to even more dishonesty. Cheaters and those who hide the truth tend to lie directly to our faces, even when the evidence is overwhelming. This not only insults the intelligence of the other person but also deepens the wound.

The Consequences of Hidden Truths

When we think we’re sparing someone’s feelings by hiding the truth, we’re often just delaying the inevitable fallout. The truth always has a way of coming out, and when it does, the damage is usually far greater than if we had been honest from the start. Relationships built on half-truths or omissions are fragile and often crumble when the weight of unspoken realities becomes too much to bear.

Moreover, the person who’s been kept in the dark may feel even more hurt when they realize they’ve been deceived not just by lies but by intentional omissions. They may start questioning everything—was anything ever real? This kind of doubt can be incredibly destructive, leaving lasting scars on the relationship.

Be Honest, Even When It’s Hard

The lesson here is simple: honesty is always the best policy. Even when the truth is difficult to share, even when it might hurt, it’s better to be upfront. Being honest fosters trust, strengthens relationships, and allows for real communication and healing. Hiding the truth might feel like the easier path in the moment, but it’s often the beginning of a much more painful journey.

In conclusion, hiding the truth is a form of cheating, whether we acknowledge it or not. It undermines trust, invites karmic consequences, and sets the stage for more dishonesty. In relationships of any kind—romantic, platonic, or professional—honesty is the foundation that allows trust and love to grow. Don't let hidden truths destroy what could otherwise be a strong, authentic connection.

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Не ми пиши, когато останеш без нищо друго за вършене. Направи време за мен сега — не когато ти е удобно, не когато си свършил със света. Не ме карай да превеждам чувствата си в думи. Чети ме. Виж ме. Без обяснения, без инструкции.

Не съм тук, за да се моля за вниманието ти. Ако не можеш да доловиш значението с поглед или с едно изречение, значи не си тук за мен. Престани да търсиш оправдания в забързаното ежедневие. Всеки намира време за важното. Всичко останало са празни думи и изгубени моменти.

Избери — или ме виж сега, или продължавай да губиш.

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Some days, I’m way more than just some magical creature—I’m a whole spectacle. Sparkly shoes that light up the room, hair blazing like wildfire, eyes glowing like twin stars, and a skirt made of cotton-candy clouds. And still, I’m out here apologizing. Apologizing for being too much, for spilling over, for shining too bright. Flowing like a river one minute, solid as a scarred rock the next. But today? Today, I’m done saying sorry. I’m all of it. Unapologetically, undeniably me.

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Wat hebben we allemaal echt nodig? Misschien gewoon een zaadje van liefde. Een moment waarop we ervoor hadden kunnen kiezen om een tijdje goede mensen te zijn—gewoon een paar jaar van vriendelijkheid, waarin we in plaats van alles te vernielen, bomen plantten. We hadden degenen kunnen zijn die gedichten schrijven onder de sterrenhemel, liedjes zingen die onze ziel laten weerklinken, verliefd worden alsof onze harten nog onaangeraakt waren.

Maar in plaats daarvan hebben we alles op ons pad verbruikt, nietwaar? We konden geen kinderen blijven—niet op de manier waarop kinderen bedoeld zijn te zijn, met ogen vol verwondering. We groeiden te snel op, werden die rusteloze tieners die deden alsof ze gelukkig waren, en later nog onrustigere volwassenen die magie inruilden voor banen. Geluk werd vervangen door 'gelukkig in dienst.' Klinkt dat niet vreemd? Zoals een sprookje dat van het script is afgeweken.

We dwaalden over onbekende wegen, dronken uit verboden bronnen, achtervolgden horizonten die nooit eindigden. Ooit waren we engelen—allemaal—sommigen vielen, anderen bleven zweven. En toen we uiteindelijk van die klif sprongen, vielen we niet zomaar. Nee, we vlogen, sterker dan ooit, alsof het breken ons meer heel maakte. Alsof sterven de enige manier was om echt te leven.

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Hayatta kaybetmek diye bir kelimeyi sözlüğüne hiç almamışsan, vazgeçmenin aslında bir kayıp olmadığını, aksine bir güç olduğunu öğreniyorsun. Çünkü bazen ilerlemek için elindekini bırakman gerek. Vazgeçmek, zayıflık değil, aksine güçlü bir irade ve bilgelik gerektirir. Vazgeçmek; olmadığını, yetmediğini bildiğin bir şeyin seni daha fazla tüketmesine izin vermemektir.

Bir kadın olarak, hayatın boyunca nelerden vazgeçtiğini düşün: hayaller, dostluklar, belki bir aşk... Her birinden çekilmenin ardında derin bir güç ve bilgelik yatar. Çünkü bu dünyada vazgeçebildiğin kadar özgür, bıraktığın kadar güçlü, sabrının sınırlarını zorlamadığın kadar huzurlu olursun. Vazgeçmek, bazen karşıdaki insanın seni yanlış anlaması pahasına, sınırlarını yeniden çizmek demektir.

Ve en sonunda anlıyorsun: vazgeçmek, seni bekleyen daha büyük şeylere yer açmak için yapılmış en cesur hareketlerden biridir. Sabrını zorlayan her şeye karşı dik durmak değil, gerekirse sessizce kapıyı kapatmak da bir zaferdir.

RD

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HAYAT, IYI DUY SESIMI

Kimi zaman hiç uyanmamış geceler ertesinde, pazartesiler cuma oluyor, cumalar pazartesi. Aylar geçiyor, değişiyor mevsimler; hiç yaşanmamışlar gibi. Oysa ne çok sene birikti ardımda. Bilmiyorum ki, birikecek mi bu kadar daha? Ardıma dönüp bakıyorum da, dallarımı kıran rüzgarları bile affetmişim ama, bir kendime uzanamamış elim. Yastıklarım kuş tüyüymüş de, ağır gelmiş düşüncelerim. Biriktirdiğim keşkeler, ardımdan bile söylenmeye yetermiş. Bütün heveslerim, genellemelerin içinde yitip gitmiş. Oysa ne çok cümlem vardı benim. Her şeye inat, yüreğimi ısıtan ne çok hayalim. Biliyorum, bu kadar kırılgan olmayı kaldırmıyor hayat. Her tökezleyişte kendi içinde saklanınca, sıvazlamıyor sırtını. Pencere önü çiçekleri değiliz ki, anlayışlı bir el alıversin bir çırpıda içeri hadi aldı diyelim gün ışığı olmadan ne kadar yaşanır ki? ... Ve hayat, iyi duy sesimi! Beni ben yapan hiç birşey için özür dilemiyorum. Beni ben yapan hiç birşey için yargı ve hüküm kabulum asla değildir. Ve hayat, seni ancak bildiğim gibi yaşıyorum... Okutulandan uzak!

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You deserve a healthy love with someone who hears you, sees you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you. Someone who is patient, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow, and bloom together. A love you don't have to heal from.

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"Kaosun Melodisi"

Bir ejderhanın kalbi var, Alevleriyle göğü yarar, Her nefesi bir yanardağdan fışkırır, Gözleri ay gibi parlar, Karanlığı yutar, yıldızları kıskandırır.

O sabah, deniz kızı derin sularda, Dalgaların şarkısıyla sarınır, Saçları yosunla dokunmuş, Gözlerinde okyanusun mavi yankısı, Bir gelgit gibi çekilir ve akar.

Ve kurt, ormanın gölgesinde, Ay ışığında uluyan bir siluet, Toprak, onun ayak izini taşır, Sevgiliye kavuşur öğle vaktinde, Kaos onların melodisi, aşk onların bağı.

Ejderhanın kanatları fırtınayı çağırır, Rüzgar onun nefesiyle savrulur, Karanlıkta deniz kızı bekler, Ona ulaşan her dalga, ejderhanın ateşiyle buhar olur.

Güneş doğar ufuktan, Gölgeler dağılır, Deniz kızı suya karışır, kaybolur, Kurt ormanın derinliklerine döner, Zaman ejderhanın nefesinde durur, yeniden akar.

Her şey aynı anda hem ölür hem doğar, Doğa, aşk ve kaos içinde birleşir, Ve hikayeleri evrenin kalbinde yankılanır.

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"Unconditional love does not mean endless tolerating. 🌿✨ It’s about loving without conditions, but still knowing your worth and setting healthy boundaries. 💖🛡️"

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I HAVE A PORTAL BETWEEN MY LEGS THAT LITERALLY BRINGS NEW SOULS INTO THIS WORLD, SO YOU CAN LOWER YOUR MF ATTITUDE WHEN TALKING TO ME!