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🌑 New Moon in Leo – July 28, 2025

welcome 2 hot grl summer. remember that waning crush of detachment n rebellion? ya that forced you to dump all that baggage that held you back from ur authentically beautiful self-expression. its summer babe, it's time for some reinvention get into ur hot girl rituals

where is leo in your chart? how are you gonna honor it?

new moon. new main character arc. new outfit, who dis? i shimmer loudly, love like a spectacle, and choose myself like a sacred ritual

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🌘 Waning Moon in Aquarius – July 23–26, 2025

girlies this is all about detachment, emotional clarity, rebellion. themes I live strong in as an aqua babe. but this might drag for some of u. this isn't ur natural flow

healing looks different every day. today she has lip gloss and a backbone.

i cried. then deleted the text. then blasted bubblegum pop and felt like God again.

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🌕 Full Moon in Capricorn – July 21, 2025

i can be soft and done. tired and worth more. maybe my boundaries aren’t walls—maybe they’re velvet ropes.

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🕯️ Ritual: charged my perfume under the moonlight. wore it like armor.

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What the Full Moon brought me

• you can know better and still not do better. it doesn’t make you weak, it just means you're still learning in real time. • i talk to myself like a best friend because no one else is doing it. sometimes the only advice i get is my own reflection saying “girl, wtf.” • love can chip away at you in tiny, invisible ways. by the time you notice, you’re just a handful of glitter and memory, and you don’t even know how to give anymore. • i thought i was stronger. but strength isn’t staying—it’s knowing when something is hollow and walking away even when your hands are still shaking. • i want peace so bad it makes my bones ache. not silence. not avoidance. peace. and you need safety to afford peace.

✨ ritual: i sprayed my favorite perfume over a page in my diary and wrote out every craving in my heart without shame. i lit a red candle and whispered: “i am not asking anymore. i am choosing.” i whispered: “i am the one who gives it to me first.” then i kissed the page. and burned it.

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Thursday 6/12/2025

girls, this week? absolute hellfire. the universe has me on the exfoliating setting. i am raw. i am flawed. i am being sanded down into something unrecognizable. hopefully hotter.

this strawberry full moon pulled no punches. she promises confidence, freedom, revelations. but mostly she just dragged every skeleton out of the emotional closet, dressed them in last summer’s trauma, and made them do a runway walk through my love life.

it’s hard to feel hot when your relationship’s on life support and the moon is asking for honesty. especially when you're not exactly dating the most honest person. and do i take my own advice? absolutely not. there’s your revelation, moonbeam.

i know what i would tell my best friend but spoiler: i don’t have one. She dead. just me, my little pink laptop, and my inner monologue that talks like we’re co-hosting a chaotic girl podcast from the void.

“bestie… what even the fuck?” that’s what i said to myself. and honestly? i disappointed me. i don’t feel confident. i feel clown-coded. full send fool.

i learned some things this moon. some about love. some about me. turns out, i’m not as tough as i thought. i stay too long. i wait too much. and by the time love shows up, i’ve already been shredded into emotional confetti. what’s left to give?

i want to be radically honest here. even when it makes me sound like a tragic little pillow princess of despair. i want peace. i want comfort. i want to stop confusing suffering with romance.

right now i’m curled up in my big fluffy bed, surrounded by pillows and dollar store fairy lights hanging off my antique iron headboard. i’m sipping ice water like it’s moon nectar and trying to feel safe. like that feeling when you were little and grandma tucked the blankets so tightly around you, you couldn’t move even if you tried. pinned in by love. trapped by comfort. fully cocooned and ready for rest.

the best sleep of your life in that tomb of a bed. tv quietly playing your favorite tape, and the ceiling fan humming above you. your siblings already snoring lightly in the dark.

i want that again. i want to wake up to pancakes, the smell of cigarettes and coffee and kisses. i want to be loved in that way again—safe and soft and real.

so that’s what i’m manifesting. this full moon, i manifest home. not a house. a feeling. so, dear diary, what's step one?