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thatfrailsoul · 14 days ago

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– I think I dreamed you into life

Divinatory Jukebox: “I Knew I Loved You”, by Savage Garden.

tarot pick a pile reading → one, two, three

Those eyes, those smiles, that sweetest smell once they let you closer… A face that you could recognise in an instant, even though it never was caressed by your gaze before. A voice that you can almost hear, as you are walking through this life, one step after another, devouring the distance and the time keeping you apart… All of it, every single detail, feels more like a memory, rather than imagination and desire to find that someone. It seems more like a fate that is taking a little longer, a secret that you somehow know and await to manifest. Something that, each day and instant, is whispering to you sweetly about all those moments your hearts are destined to share. But there is a missing peace in there somewhere. A detail they don't mention, leaving it all to your imagination and dreams. But it is so important… to know when and where your encounter will be, and what to do in the meantime… isn't it?

There is a little spot in your heart, buried under all the emotions, all the memories of people that were once there, and those that stayed… There is a little corner that is still not filled, that nothing and no one really fits. Almost like it's being saved for someone special, without you knowing a thing. A little surprise, a gift, something so precious that the life itself can’t resist the urge to give you clues and signs about them. About that one person that stands out so much among the others, with so many threads of destiny that are pulling you closer. A lover, a friend, a mirror of your own soul, made of the same stardust that birthed you into this world... There is someone, out there, that you still need to meet, and yet every inch of you already knows them. You feel them, you know they are coming, that your paths will soon cross each other.

So slow down. Calm your breath, your heart, your mind. And pay attention, listen closely, to the message that the pile that is calling you has for you right now.

p.s. There is a way to keep the messages of the universe much closer. A little box of treasure with all the guidance, all the advices, secrets we discover… A way to find my readings right in your inbox, where they are safe, all yours, and you can savour each word with your own rhythm, whenever your heart wants it… Through my free newsletter to which you can subscribe right here, obviously only if you want to.♡

p.p.s. Which pile you felt called by? Let me know, or follow me for more readings like this one.♡

– Pile One,

the stork: the two of cups and the three of coins

The voice of your tired and lonely mind is so loud lately… So motivated and persistent to let you know that it will never happen. That there aren't people that are so perfect as you imagine them, not even you compare to the one you envision… The one you feel so real only when you dream, eyes closed, with heavy breathing, as you search for them through your unconsciousness, the only light among all those nightmares, and the only place they seem to live in…

One after another, so many faces, voices, words… and not even one seems to be the one. So you are starting to think that perhaps you should just accept it and stay still, finding enough in those that are around you… But then again you are overwhelmed, like in a fever, with all the details about them that you already love so deeply, that start to feel more and more like memories, and not only what you dream of, not something that is so easy to forget and give up.

There is a constant battle within you. The cold reality and pure need to feel that warmth of a connection that is deeper. The mind that is ready to give up, that feels ashamed and even guilty for nurturing for so long a dream that never became more real… And a heart that knows, somehow, that it is possible, that it is worth to believe in and wait for it, that you can't be the only one to long for such connection, and thus you should be able to find it, to find them, sooner or later.

But even if it is so… There is no need to consume yourself so much for it. To fight so strongly, to exhaustion, for something that will either way find you, even if you will not do every single thing to make sure it happens, or perhaps to force it.

This soul, whoever they are, or whenever they are now in this moment… they exist, you know? They are living, breathing, moving through their days and journeys. They are writing their own story, their chapters, their slow or fast moments. And with each decision, with each step, they are following that thread that pulls their hand tenderly but so reassuringly, showing them the right and safest way. A way to find you.

So please breathe. There is no time running out, chances missed, or obstacles not avoided. There is nothing between you if not just life. The journeys, the stories, that you need to live on your own first. Before sharing another one with them, side by side, exactly like you hope for. There are just things that you need respectively to experience, to create. The things that only you or them can manifest. You can’t do everything on your own, speed up the process, find the right path, and run right away to that person. And it makes you feel hopeless, just because you think that these things are the only ones that could give you reassurance, be those signs that everything is going well, that this dream is still possible… But you don't realize, in this frustration, how many confirmations and signs are here already. In you and in the reality around you. In your growth, in your confidence, in your courage to be honest about whom you want to walk on your journeys with, and the confidence to say it out loud, to not settle for someone that you don't feel right and aligned for the life you want now. You see only connections that won’t work, people that leave, the emptiness around you. And not the space that they are making for someone else, right by your side, giving you the real chance to welcome them in your life once you will find each other.

Give them and yourself some time, some space to live your separate stories. Focus on your journey, on the things that you desire to experience, to do, to make, but put on hold just because there isn't someone to witness it, to enjoy them with you, to appreciate or admire it the same way you do. Don't bottle them down, don't write those endless lists of what you would do once you have someone to share it with. Just do it for yourself, now, when you the most want it.

Follow your mind, not only the heart's calling. Give it something to love and to be nurtured by too, now, so it can calm down and stop being so judgemental of your heart’s desires and whispers about someone that is not here. Fill your life with joy, with appreciation, with true presence. With healing and growth. And those things that you will finally feel and live, not those that you need to, but those that you want to, will be the ones to guide you faster to the one you are hoping to find one day. Because the things that connect you are not the choices about the work, the place where you live, how you dress, talk, or look at others. How many things you want to do with that someone, or how many plans you have prepared for the moment you will be in front of each other. No, a connection like this goes right through your hearts, somewhere deeper, stitching you through all those things that make you both bloom with love and joy, not for someone else, but for the world around you.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

– Pile Two,

the garden: the wheel of fortune and the stars

It is so interesting to have you here… Glimpsing silently into a story that is not really about you, but that you would like so much to live just to don't feel so strange and different for not having it… For not having that love, that someone special to run towards.

You are here, reading these words, looking for the answers to the questions that you don't even ask yourself, just because others made you feel like it is wrong, to find enough in just your self, in not needing someone else’s love to surround you and nourish you to help you heal and grow.

But… You are not wandering lonely and pointlessly around now. You are living. Experiencing this life, these journeys. You are becoming more and more you, with each step. Shedding the past, healing the wounds, creating space for the real you to bloom. And... it is not useless, it is not wasting your time, being too isolated, egocentric or antisocial. Just because you are not looking obsessively for someone to hold your hand, to warm you up, to love you… Just because you are finding it all in your own self, looking first in your own eyes, trying to understand that soul in the reflection of a mirror, instead of seeking someone else's gaze in hopes to find in there any answers.

So many of us heal, discover our true self, through the connections with others. Through their opinions, their actions, their decisions… And how they makes us feel, what they force us to feel, not leaving any room for hiding or second-guessing. And it is right. In the good and in the bad. It is normal and needed to have someone that shows us who we are, how much we are deserving of love, through giving it to us or by denying it... But it is also okay to understand it all on your own. To feel all of this within, growing and healing through a connection that is much deeper, hidden inside, and not somewhere out there, in another soul that you need to meet in order to realize it.

There is no need for judgement nor any forcing, there is no need for you to wait to feel and create precious moments just because so many souls want to do it with someone. You can do it on your own. You can be the love of your life, the closest and dearest soul. You can be the one that you share the deepest bond with. The one that you will never be not mesmerized by. The one that you could never forget, never stop believing in. The one you can't wait to meet, some day, looking in the eyes of who you will become, feeling their love and understanding overwhelming your soul.

You can do it. Even if some dream of a perfect love, or others are longing for a true friend… You can do it differently, you can feel the closest to the person you will become one day, feeling complete already, not waiting nor looking for anyone else. Because this is who you are, this is what your soul truly wants. Who it is truly looking and calling for. And it is more than enough.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

– Pile Three,

the scythe: the page of cups and the six of swords

In a sense… they already saved you. Not by being in your life, right here by your side. Not by holding you, hugging you, protecting you from this world. Not by whispering to you sweet and comforting words… But by just being a possibility. The chance itself that there is someone, somewhere out there, who would understand you right after the first glance, feel you after the first smile… It was enough to save you. To save yourself in the meantime.

It might not be ‘’ideal’’, the healthiest, the most romantic and heroic way to survive… But it is the reality. In which, sometimes and for some reason, we do feel alone and vulnerable, in danger even, among the people that we trust our heart with, after they scratch and crush it... And we do need to hope that there is someone different out there, to give us the strength to go through it, when our own love is not unfortunately enough to make it.

There is nothing strange or shameful in this. In giving yourself hope, someone to believe in, even if you don't know yet the sound of their voice. And in surviving for them, for a chance to meet them and be with them. In looking for them in the eyes of others, sometimes believing that you finally found them, convincing yourself a little too much perhaps, just to be hurt once more, when you didn't expect it anymore… It is fine. It is all okay. You are not delusional, your head is not too much in the clouds, your heart is not too romantic for the harsh reality of how the relationships are becoming now. You are not too naive because of your belief, or too egocentric when you choose it over some poorly made promises of those that never deserved to come so closely.

We all have someone, someone that we connect with so deeply, understand so naturally, so easily as breathing. And that's it. This is the truth. But some people believe it and some don't. Some know it from the beginning, others forget about it or refuse to hope for it. And some… learn and understand it amidst and despite everything. Exactly like you did. Choosing to focus on this thought, on this feeling, rather than the bad endings of the stories that everyone is so fast to believe in, surrendering to it.

They exist. Many of them. All the souls that you will feel finally safe and at peace with. And each your breath, each your step and decision, is already guiding you to them, exactly like it is supposed to be. You just need to remind it yourself, for a moment. Now that the life seems a little too stagnant, a little more cold and lonely, with all those judgemental voices screaming so loudly. Don't look at them, don't listen. Turn around, focus your gaze on your direction, your goals, the things that you believe in. Let them stay behind, becoming more and more indistinguibile, in their assumptions, and inability to have peace when someone still has hope for being loved and appreciated. It's their way of thinking, their experiences, their choices. They don't influence you, or your own journey. Nor the one of the souls that are looking for you, as you dream about them, hoping.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

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thatfrailsoul · 25 days ago

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– Tea bags, old glasses case, and cucumbers

First used as a bookmark. Second repurposed as a little pen holder. Third just a representation of the obsession of these days. ♡

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thatfrailsoul · 1 month ago

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– It's like learning to fly

Divinatory jukebox: "One step at a time", by Jordin Sparks

tarot pick a pile reading → one, two, three

We do so much for it, to reach it… We grab an old and trembling stool, and we get up on it, even if it is ready to collapse with us at any time, menacing us every second with that kind of scary crunch. We hold onto the shoulders of others, even if they are absolutely sure that there are better and safer ways to do it. We stretch our arms until it literally hurts, pointing our feet, so frustrated to see our fingers only slightly touching it… We do so much, and for so long. To the point that we start to forget why we are really doing it, why we need it so much, why we just can’t move on without finding that one thing, without holding it in our hands.

There is a little reminder somewhere, in a forgotten drawer, in a list of things to do or to achieve hidden in your notes, at the back of your mind in the memory of that moment full of excitement and inspiration where this idea, this journey and adventure began… There is somewhere that reason, that motive, behind your courageous first step. Protected from all this frustration, stagnation, lack of progress. Unreachable by those judgemental and mean words, by those failures that you can’t stop thinking of… And now, when you least expect it, when you think that you don't need nor want it, it is coming again to the surface, falling out of that dusty box, touching your cold hand hidden in your pocket. It is returning to you to remind you of why you started this and why you should continue to hold on.

P.s. tomorrow is my birthday 🎂🎈

And I'm so glad I managed to post a reading, especially such a sweet one, closer to this date! This blog, little by little, became my safe space. And even if we are not so many, I really wanted to share a little of my happiness with you today (and tomorrow). So I wish you truly peaceful and good days. A comfy bed. A full belly. A clearer mind and warmer heart. And moments of peace and rest between one "adventure" and another. Thank you for being here. And thank you for existing in my same lifetime. ♡

– Pile One,

the house: the four of coins and the justice

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A shared room. Borrowed clothes, toys, books. A gentle but inescapable hand that guides you, shows you the right direction for your steps… There wasn't really that much time or space for you to grow into the one you’re supposed to. Not when you so often fitted someone else’s shoes, someone else's story.

It took quite a lot of courage to slow down, to slip your hand out of theirs, to look away from where they were guiding you. To try to create your own path, that no one ever walked, perhaps only tried. With your own hands getting dirty for the first time in a while, and becoming tired of the hard work and patience it needs in order to be cleared out.

It took so much of you that, once you found yourself in it, in all this dirt, stones, brambles… Once the night came down, and the darkness surrounded you… You couldn't ignore that tiredness. The one that inevitably transformed that ardently desired liberty of choice, all those possible steps, so many directions… In just responsibilities, in risks and dangers around you, in fears within you that you didn't have any chance to escape from.

And it is not so easy to get up again, at all. At each uncertain step you remember more strongly all their words and premonitions, on how it will never work, on how you don't have any idea of what you are doing, or how you will come back sooner or later, begging for their protection and support.

But even as you start to doubt and overthink, get caught up in all those memories and feel too heavy to get up and keep on moving… You are not letting yourself die from hunger, from cold, from loneliness. Your fingers caress the earth and nature around you, meeting and recognising all the things that can work for now, that can be enough for a while, that can help you survive tonight.

Slowly, uncertainty, but you are finding all you need, and even what you never hoped for. You are transforming that little spot in which you felt exhausted and trapped in, convincing yourself that you already failed… In a place that is safe for you for this moment, a place where you can rest, as you survive and in the meantime become more used to it, more calm and stronger.

And even if it is only temporary, only for now, so unstable and frail, it is still something. Something to start from tomorrow when the sun will rise and you will see better, when you will be able to recognise what is it that you really need more of, to get through the cold nights and scary storms.

It could've been better to have it all figured out and prepared before the adventure. The map, the food, something to keep you warm and some company… But there is magic in doing it this way too, living it one day, one moment after another. There is the unexpected, the surprises, the mistakes that you will learn from. There is the experience, the knowledge and confidence that an already walked path couldn't give you, no matter how bumpy the road could be.

It is different from what you thought, and perhaps indeed too similar to how they said it would be… But not for this reason it is wrong or impossible, to go through it.

You are doing much better than you fear now. Exactly because it is something so new, so lonely for you. And yet you are still making progress. You are still finding in it something that is worth it. The silence that is not disturbed by any angry or frustrated voice, only your steps and the world around you. A beautiful view that you can enjoy and appreciate for as long as you want to, without anyone rushing you. A pace that you can change whenever you want because it is only up to you. To rest or to keep on going.

And not matter how simple or how little… it is still something. Something that gives you much more than any other story others wanted you to live. It is yours. Only yours. Completely. And it is worth it.

That stubbornness is still right here. That desire to do on your own, your own choices, your own mistakes and victories, yours and not of someone else that never understood your soul. And this, this still counts as a reason to hold onto that dream, even if its not on the horizon yet, even if only your heart knows what is it that you are searching for.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

– Pile Two,

the child: the three of cups and the emperor

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It wasn't only for the goal, for that fishing line and reward... wasn't it? This journey called you much sooner, before you even knew what achievement and success was, what having recognition and admiration meant… You met this inspiration and passion when you had so little in your life, so few things that you could hold in your tiny hands, but that meant much more than anything you have now does. Every step, every creation, was so full of colours of excitement and curiosity. Of so many feelings that were all that you ever needed or wanted from your experiences. Just the joy and warmth of doing them…

But it is not enough anymore now, isn't it? Not for your mind that grew up so much, became so mature, so serious, so responsible. Not for that part of you that just can’t allow yourself to do something, to invest so much time and energy in it, if it does not serve any other purpose than just enjoyment. It would have been beautiful, and much easier if it was enough… But this cruel world and your reality does not accept it, does not reward it. Something that you do simply for yourself. It wants results, motives, goals and achievements. It wants a worth that is more concrete and material, otherwise is only making you waste time, putting you in danger, without having anything to back you up.

And although it is not your fault, that it doesn't work this way for you personally, that it is not giving you those more material results and returns… It still hurts a little, when you start to think that, maybe, it is you who wasn't good enough to make it work better, to not force you to say goodbye to something that you carried in your heart for so long, betraying that little you who was so sure that it will be a lifelong bond.

But… Do you really need to leave it behind? To put it aside, in a little angle that will become more full with time with all the things that you renounced just because they didn't work out enough? Making it more and more difficult to reach them, useless even to try, in those few but still present moments in which your heart will desire to enjoy them one more time?

It might not serve the same purpose you hoped for. It might not be something so ever present, a foundation for your wealthy and good life. It might not be completed in years to come, touched only from time to time in those nostalgic afternoons… But it is still worth it. To keep it in your life. To leave it as that safe space and moments to create, to enjoy things just for the sake of it, to be you again once in a while. The you that doesn't need to be so stressed and so serious about your every action. The you that doesn't need always to calculate the convenience of doing something in order to allow yourself to spend time with it. The you that still values and protects what they feel in the process, and not only its outcome.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

– Pile Three,

the scythe: the king of cups and the four of wands

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Even if it seems so hopeless, so useless, so needed to just let it go… It hurts much deeper, much stronger. It stings right into your heart for which this meant more than just "a lot". No matter what one says, or how the reality is now, it always feels like there is genuinely more to it. That there is something that your anxious and frustrated mind, or the judgemental ones of others, just don't see now. Something that will reveal itself if you just wait a little longer, hold on to it a little stronger.

And it is indeed like this. There is something powerful and meaningful enough to manage to slow you down, when you are trying to convince yourself to say to it goodbye… But rather than being in the thing itself, in this journey, passion or idea… It is more in you, in what you can still do to make it work, how you can do it. The options, ways and opportunities that are hidden in your own mind and attitude.

A lot of time had passed since you started this journey, since you decided to give it a try. But at the same time so little happened, you are still a child that is learning to walk on this path. You made your steps always in the same direction, confidently following the signed road on a map that you once found. And you did so while doing your best, managing everything in the perfect and right for you way. But who knows how long ago that map was traced, who first found that path, or how long it took them, how many things they sacrificed or how many others were gifted to them by those who they love just to manage to arrive to the end of that road…

You are different, just because you are you. And by the time you arrived here, so many things have changed since you hid that map in a pocket of your mind. It did gift you the knowledge and awareness that it can be done, that the place and time in which your life is so full of joy and wellness thanks to something you love is indeed possible… But it can’t show you every single step. That, is something that you can only understand and choose once you are already in the middle of your journey. Exactly like right now, when you are starting to feel so much as you go through it.

Those emotions, even negative, are not necessarily a warning, a sign that it is not it, that you need to stop. They would have meant it, but then letting go of it and forgetting it would've been so much easier… No, they mean something else to you, to your journey. They are urging you to write a different story from the one you once read. They are whispering to you new expressions, new plots, new ways.

It is up to you now, actually always, to choose how to go about the things you face and live as you go through them. And from time to time, you will need a little reminder about it, a little suggestion to your mind that starts to stress too much when it doesn't see clear answers and guidelines. A little message from your heart that it is okay to try to do things differently, instead of quitting them all together. There is no need to be so categorical. And there is no rush to make it work before the sun sets.

p.s.

buy me a tomato 🍅 (if you want to)

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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Hi @thatfrailsoul,

I want to suggest two songs for Divination Jukebox to you.

I find it interesting to can suggest songs for your readings.

I have two songs on my mind that I want suggest to you.

First is One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks. I always listen to this song whenever I want to feel enthusiastic again to chase my dreams.

Second is I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. I think it will be great if you can do readings based on this song about how to be a person that can love someone or know that someone maybe is his/her soulmate before met them. The struggle and what they must do to overcome that.

Thank you. Hope you like it.

It took me perhaps too much time… But I'm finally listening to your songs, as I'm shuffling my consumed but beloved tarot deck. ♡ I actually listened to the songs you suggested as soon as I found them in my inbox, and I couldn’t wait to thank you for introducing me to them! ‘’One step at a time’’, in particular, is the one I can’t stop singing these days. I love how you can ‘’hear’’ her smile as she sings, it just warms my heart and fills me with peaceful joy with each verse. This one, also, will be the next and first reading I will do based on your suggestion. Followed right by ‘’I knew I loved you'’!

I truly appreciated you giving me insight about your feelings connected to these songs, it is always helpful for me, especially as I'm preparing the base for the reading. So thank you so much once again.♡

Between work and studies it took me a while to restart with the requests for the divinatory jukebox, but in the next weeks it will be all about you and your songs.♡

#thatfrailsoul #thatfrailsoul: talking with you

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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– It is the eighth of march, the international women's day.

And this is my little tribute to my precious mother and her beautifully chaotic little art studio and atelier.♡

#thatfrailsoul #art #art studio #atelier #chaos #women #thatfrailsoul: my notes

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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Do you offer paid readings?

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Unfortunately at the moment no, as for now I'm focusing on catching up with the requests and suggestions for my divinatory jukebox. But I reopen them from time to time! If you would like to have a reading with me, you can for now follow me, so you'll be one of the first to know once I will offer them again.♡

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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– And I don't want your pity, I just want somebody near me

Divinatory jukebox : "Nobody", by Mitski

tarot pick a pile reading → one, two, three

It really does feel like gambling. The people, the connections, the bonds between us. The search for the right moments, right ways, right rhythms… that takes all the attention, all the feelings, leaving the bits of relationships that we manage to create to be just a mirage. A fever dream we go through with so many complications, anxiety, doubts and fears. Rushing us to the ending, to those cold goodbyes full of tears. And the only thing remaining is to wonder. Did we really experience it? Was it really possible for something like this to happen to begin with? And will this fate chase us down again, forcing us to relive it?

Connections are never easy to begin with. There are too many details and requirements, too much of that complex and at times frustrating humanity in them. Too many to make it work as easily… But we don't help ourselves either. Our mind, our judgement, our anger and frustration that are so easily thrown right back at us, at our own actions and decisions. The answers and explanations that we don't want to hear. The feelings that we don't want to feel because of the fear that it will make it all too real…

This reading is that one message that you are not reading, pretending that you never received it. That truth, that motive or the explanation, that you don't want to make yours. Something that you need to accept, to keep in mind, to learn or do… Something that this world is trying to tell you, with your whole castle of walls around you, hoping that you will allow it to come through. Hoping that you will take a moment to stay in silence and breathe. Listening to your inner voice, that will guide you to that one pile that hides your message in it.

{ Follow me for more readings, reblog or let me know in the comments which pile you chose - I'm really curious.♡ }

P.s. A little question for you ♡

– Pile One,

the clouds: the queen of cups and the knight of wands

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Your way of feeling, of loving… of showing it, never was the problem. It never depended on how much you changed for someone, or how much you embraced your own true self. It never was important that you did it for them, how you did it, even if they claimed that it was everything. It never really made any difference, not when all that you did and tried was something that they expected from someone else... Yes, every single one of them.

Every person, every relationship, every connection that faded right before your eyes... They said they wanted it all from you, not realising that they needed it from themselves. Because we do project, we do confuse the things, we do misunderstand the reason behind what we feel. And we almost never admit it, never think that it is only something ours. We cry at what we don't receive from others, what we don't find, what we don't feel. But in reality is at us that we are screaming, not understanding how is it possible that someone that is supposed to genuinely and unconditionally love us, can’t simply make us feel safe and enough within, to the point that we need to seek it in others, begging for it…

But, ironically enough, this story is not about you. You were only the witness of it, again and again, so many times in all these years. You were the person that was used as a mirror, condemned to listen to so many tones in their voices, to see so many contrasting emotions on their faces, thinking that they were looking at you, but not realising that they weren't really seeing you, that they weren't talking to you.

And amidst all of it, you hid yourself. You closed up. Seeking that moment of silence and apparent calm, that space to reflect and think. You tried to understand, to really listen to all those words that are still right here in your mind, hurting you every time you thought you forgot them. You looked for that truth, for that explanation on what you really did wrong, how it could've happen so many times, in so many different situations, with so many different people across the time. But you never found it. So, in doubt, you just chose to never really come back. To not expose your apparently dangerous self to all those innocent souls. To not express your feelings, not through actions nor words, just to not burden them all. Those poor ones that might be forced to endure your wrong type of love.

But it is ridiculous. You don't have so much power over others. No one has such power, except when it is used on our own selves. You can’t be possibly the reason of every disgrace or conflict. And you know it. You are just not able to remind it to yourself, being under all the garbage of their own internal problems that they throw at you without any shame.

It is indeed a too much of a coincidence that it happened so many times with so many different people. But you are not the one that connects them. Or to be exact, not in a way that you convinced yourself you do.

Your love, your ways, just who you are, are not the ones to cause so much distress and pain, you are not the one to broke them down, to destroy their walls and stab them. You are just someone who has a gentle and tender enough way to make them all feel safe. Safe to get closer. Safe to trust. Safe to open up more and more, without realising that all that they were ignoring and bottling down up until now, will simply explode, reversing all their anger on those that are with them, on those that care and want to help them.

You are just that kind, that understanding and patient. Enough to assure others that you won't allow anyone to hurt them so much. That you won’t allow even your own hands to scratch them, always ready to correct yourself and change just to protect their heart. But you can’t always do it. You can’t heal the wounds that they themselves are opening up. You can’t find a cure for an illness that they themselves aren't aware of where it is coming from. You can’t understand it yourself, and then make them understand that you are not the one that they are resenting so much. Not when you both are so resilient in not accepting it.

It is a heavy fate, the one of making others feel so accepted and safe that they don't hold anything back, not even things that have nothing to do with you and what you can make work… But it is not a reason to hide yourself. To keep you in the shadows, never again crossing other paths. It is not your fault that you love strongly and sincerely enough to make others want to escape their traumas, their pains and fears, just for a chance to feel and see this world the same way you did. And it is not your responsibility, the fact that they don't know how to control it, how to sort all of it, once it crashes down upon them.

The only thing you do is love. In all the ways and forms. All you do is being caring, understanding, open… So why would you change it when they see it as something else, as too much or not enough, just because it is different from the love they got used to? Let them go, let them pass by, if they can’t feel satisfied, if they want more as soon as you are willing to give them what others never wanted. But don't do so convinced of the fact that there won’t be someone that will see in you enough. Someone that would feel the same and express it in the same way. Someone that will find you, as soon as you make a step out of the punishment of loneliness that you put yourself in.

– Pile Two,

the birds: the king of cups and the two of cups

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You crave them, those feelings. The understanding, the acceptance, the complicity, the intimacy… And yet you force yourself to stop before, every single time you catch a glimpse of it, of the possibility to have it.

Can it be called self sabotage? Self defence? Trauma? Perhaps. But at its core is only the uncertainty of what it will lead to. The wander about whether you will truly find someone that understands you, if they will be really so aligned with you like it seems to? If their thoughts will follow the same flow of energy… Or if their mask of appearance will come down, revealing a wolf in the sheep’s skin, ready to devour you and your every feeling.

It just seems to you like a promise of a heartbreak, long before even connecting. All the time spent together, the little moments that were created, every shy way to get to know each other better… only for them to become someone you need to escape from. It doesn't seem worth it, it doesn't seem safe. It feels just like another losing game destined to leave you feeling played.

But… what else can be a stronger protective or revealing spell than our own words? What else can really shows us who we are and who is standing in front of us? What can be powerful and intimate enough to guide us right to others people core, to their soul, overcoming every obstacle they put in front just to protect themselves from others? And how else someone could ever find us, recognise us, without never listening to the voice of our heart, without seeing what our mind hides?

It is a risk, it is a long and intimidating chess game. But it is not at all worthless, not when it gives you a chance to know your opponent. Perhaps discovering that they are not playing to make you lose in your battle, but only to have a chance to be beside you, to get close to you, through a dance of lunges and parries, until one of you loses all the armour and weapons, remaining vulnerable in front of the other… and seeing in their gaze only admiration and the desire to hold your hand to help you get up stronger.

You are protecting yourself, hiding, making silent and fast steps in the shadows, hoping that no one will notice you, no one will reach out for you and pull you right under the painfully strong and inquisitive light. But while containing your breath, feeling that you only want to come back to your own safe bubble... you also, sometimes, slow down and stutter. When you see someone so bright that it is impossible to not cling to them with your eyes. Someone with a voice so sweet, a laughter so genuinely joyful and free, that you keep hearing them inside your mind for days to come, unable to forget what it sounded like. Someone so caring, so gentle and delicate in their ways, that you can't help but observe them from your hiding spot, admiring them like an angel that somehow survived amidst these mean and angry souls. You still do it, even if you tell yourself that it doesn't matter, that it doesn't mean anything because you will never again come out and get closer to them. You still do it, even if later you tell yourself that it was probably all false, a well played role in this life’s theatre. You still admire them, the people. Their ways, their character, their interests. You still feel that desire to come closer, to see their eyes and the whole universes inside them.

So why don't you just do it? Why don't you let yourself free from this cage that you put yourself in, convinced that it would protect you? Why don't you just connect, not for the future, not for a chance, not for the outcome… but only for that single moment? Because connection is not only about the bonds we create, the relationships that we later have. It is not only about if one thing was true or a lie, a promise or a betrayal to our heart. It is also that one moment, that one second, in which you feel that admiration, that excitement, that desire for more. It is that complicity, those smiles, those bright and joyful eyes. It is that interest, or attraction, or even playfulness caused by all the outcomes that those moments can create and make possible now, make them real.

You are not only protecting yourself from the worst, the most dangerous, the most painful moments… but from those that can make you feel safe and whole too. Those that could teach you, inspire you, guide you. Those that could bring those emotions and colours to a life that is now becoming a little too silent, too heavy in the emptiness they are forcing on your heart.

Make that step forward, allow others to see you, to hear you. Allow them to get to know you as you connect with them. Not just for those relationships that you could create and that already overwhelm your mind with all the things you should fear and worry about… But for you two. Those versions of you and them in this exact moment, so innocent and genuine. That don't have any fault. That didn't yet do anything bad, if not feeling called by another soul.

– Pile Three,

the birds: the eight of coins and the seven of wands

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You welcomed them in. Every single one of them. So many souls that you courageously connected with. So many minds that you genuinely understood. So many hearts that you devotedly took care of… No matter what it took, no matter how difficult at times it was. How often you felt torn apart, consumed, by their lives and stories, remaining with so little patience, strength and courage to take care of yourself, of your days and journeys…

There wasn't anything that was too hard, too much to do for them. There wasn't anyone that didn't deserve more attention, more patience, even as you were bleeding because of them. It felt as normal and necessary as breathing, to take care of them, to defend them… even from your own self, when their voices raised in accusation of your love being too suffocating, your desire to help and care, too much.

One after another they changed their mind, their appreciation, their gratefulness for what you did for them, for your way to be and care… And from being cherished and known as someone who is just so caring and loving, one day, you became someone who no one wanted anymore, not so close to them.

They knew better, they were doing everything right, and your suggestions or worries weren't anymore so needed, they became advices no one asked and apprehension no one wanted to be the focus of. They all became mature, independent, and strong enough to face this world on their own. Forgetting thanks to whom they were able to grow and learn so much, who was there by their side every time they'd fall, even if it was difficult for your own self to stand tall as you were holding them.

And while you couldn't force yourself to be angry at their confidence and growth, you also couldn't ignore the fact that it wasn't only this, there was annoyance and resentment too… for the aspects and ways of you that they used to love, choose and look up at you for. And for a heart that is genuine as yours, who can’t and doesn't want to see the bad in those that you love… it is simply confusing. A change so sudden in their behaviour and preference for you and who you are supposed to be. And so many of their voices, of whom used to beg for you to be more closer, that now ask you with anger and frustration why you are here, so ever present?

You can't understand it unless you are in their mind. And they won't tell you what happened either… Because for them the only one to change was you, now that all that they asked for became too much and not anymore needed for them. So you took a step back. Became more silent, more reserved. Not because you wanted to, because you were shy or afraid of being more… But simply because it seemed what all of them wanted. A connection that is only superficial, without any bits of true bond in it, more distanced, more cold. And, just to be sure, you did the same with others too, those that still didn't had a chance to get to see more of you, receive your attention and love, and now will never do. Because you can’t know if they will truly appreciate you or if, apparently, they'll only use you.

But is it really the right thing to do, the right solution? The one to condemn and treat someone coldly, because of another person that actually deserved it? Is it right to ignore those that want to be closer, just because someone else once didn't stay longer? To don't help those that feel so lost and confused, even when every inch of your soul wants to hold them tightly and show them how to go through it?

You are compassionate, you are gentle, you are caring. You want and need to be this way genuinely, without any expectation for others. You are that kind of person that is healing this world, taking care of it, helping us grow with your love and knowledge and experience. And yet you are forcing yourself to become like others, colder, distanced, not interested in what someone feels or goes through. You are trying to change your character, the way you are, the things that you are devoted to and your morals… And because of what? Some people that got up so easily thanks to your support to think that they made it on their own. So naively, like a child who is rushing to show you how well they go on that bike, not seeing that hand that safely holds them.

They might not realise it now. They might continue to think like this for a really long time. But sooner or later they will look back and see all that you did for them, silently thanking you, hoping once again for your forgiveness. But in the meantime, you didn't do it only to have that back, didn't you? You were this way with them because this is who you are, not for them to appreciate it. So why stop being you because of those few? Why putting on pause who you are, not allowing yourself to be this way with anyone else, until those specific people realise their mistakes?

Be you. Be true. Be open and honest. Unlimited in the way you love and care, in the way you truly engage with others. Don't change yourself. Don't try to be someone else who you are not, don't present yourself to new souls this way, because you are much more. And there are so many people who will appreciate your ways and understand their worth.

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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{ A message that I needed more than I thought. Thank you from the bottom of my heart ♡ }

To @thatfrailsoul

Who put the fire in your eyes, the steel in your spine? Your quiet resolve to learn and deepen your soul? Holding joy and sorrow with equal grace. It's scary that things break in this world, isn't it? Teacups, hearts, clouds. You're learning to see the world for what it is and what it could be. When you sit by your desk and let the pen dance over the pages of your journal, I consider myself lucky to witness your mind at work. Not just your mind, your heart works in tandem trying to figure out a portal to clarity and self-acceptance. You're a lover in a time of fear, how dangerous. How admirable. How free.

Nothing is perfect in this world, it's true. Because there are no mistakes, only the poetry of who you are. We're all more than one life and one moment. So, are you. My dear, look no further. You're the beginning and the journey. You're the spark, the wave, the question and answer.

Yours,

мир

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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Hello, this is a feedback. Your last pick a card event really caught my attention and I read it. (I think it's better not to say which one. ☺️) You have written down everything I think about myself. This really surprised me. That's why I want to give you this feedback so that you can be known and recognized. I hope you reach great places ! 🩷

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You are so so sweet! Thank you so much for deciding to do it, to let me know. It is a little gesture but it is so important to me. I will hold your message tightly and close to my heart. 🩷

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#thatfrailsoul #tarot reading #divination #pick a pile reading #thatfrailsoul: messages from you #feedback

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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– I watch the skies getting light as I write

tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

One step after another. One shaken breath. One look around you, confused, as you are trying to understand what is real, what is good and what is bad… What you got through, the things you’ve endured and accepted from the same hands that you thought would only caress you, take care of you, protect you… With that one fear of making the same mistakes. Of never learning and calling upon yourself the same fate again, as you hold another hand.

After surviving a fever that lasted a little too long, I'm back again, with this new reading from our Divinatory Jukebox!♡ I still feel a little meh, so for a while I will do readings that are slightly shorter, so I can come back gradually without overwhelming myself. And so for today, and through the song “How to disappear” by Lana Del Rey, your inner self has a little story to tell you, about what it is holding deep down in your heart, hiding it, not being able to release it, not before being fully able to understand it. What it was, why it did happen, how so much pain was able to overwhelm you right when you felt so safe… This reading will be a little message for you about your journey of love, the one that you are so eager to go through, to make progress in, without realising how your own hurt heart is holding you back, too afraid of feeling again the same pain of the past now, when those wounds are still bleeding so much.

Give yourself a moment. Slow down your breath, feel it. Put aside any judgement, overthinking or convictions… And just follow the pile that caught your gaze more, the one that will allow you to connect to yourself and receive this needed message.

And let me know what pile you chose..!♡

P.s. A little question for you ♡

{ Thank you so much for letting me know!♡ }

– Pile One,

the child: the six of cups and the knight of wands

It was never your fault. All the people that you met. The bonds you had. The things they did and said… It never was because of you. Of how you were, your worth or what you did. And it never could've been different, no matter how much the regret makes it seem possible or real.

There are so many ways in which a situation can evolve, so many different outcomes that depend only on what we are willing to do and want. It's true. But the past is a whole different story. It is something that we can’t reach. And that, fortunately, can never grasp us no matter how much we fear it.

And you need to understand it. To feel it. A truth that is so simple that is just overlooked, never considered by our judgemental and overthinking mind. The fact that we are safe here. Now. You are safe. Because you are not anymore with those people, not stuck in those suffocating moments that felt like an eternity of hurt.

You are here now. And it is new, every single second of it. At each step, each moment, each new breath… You enter a new reality of possibilities, created with your decisions, with your awareness and confidence that you won’t allow it to happen ever again. And it is enough. Truly. To protect you. It is enough to put miles and miles between you and them, or all those reflections of their meanness and cruelty of which you sometimes catch a glimpse in others that come too close to your heart.

You are safe here, with your own self. You have enough protection and guidance. Enough to not make again those mistakes, even if they never were yours in the first place and you simply learned from them through all this pain. You are doing well. No matter if you are getting closer to someone or, contrary, are hiding for a moment to heal and rest. No matter if it is all like you wanted and imagined, or completely the opposite and frustrating in how slow or fast it is. No matter if you are making a decision, opening your heart again, or are still waiting, still unsure… You are doing well. It is your journey. Only yours. Even when it seems to be influenced so strongly by the others. It is still and only yours to live and follow. And no matter how you will do it, it will always be the right way, the one that will be enough for your heart.

Don't put even more pressure on yourself. Don't fuse the past, of which you are still so afraid, and the future, that you are already overthinking, in this ball that you are ready to throw at yourself again and again. Let them go for a moment, detach them. Not from yourself, but from each other. Don't force the past, with your fears and convictions, to come into your future and shape it. Because it never was supposed to do it, it never wanted it, if we’d talk about it like it is a personification of some sort…

It's the past for a reason. You already got through it. You already lived it all. So allow yourself to stop keep on doing it in the now. Or in the future. Don’t look at this life through the lenses of someone that you are not anymore. Nor through those of the ones that wounded you, betrayed you, even if it still hurts. Let those situations and memories alone. Let them be. In their own eternal moment. In the space and time that was created just for them. They don't need more of it, they don't need for you to sacrifice your present moments or the future ones. And you don't need it in order to stay safe.

You already learned from them. What you needed and even more, even those lessons that weren't yours. You gained the strength, the confidence. You healed enough to live different moments and connections, to experience a different type of love… You just need to become aware of it. Of the fact that there is no need to keep on fearing, aggressively protecting yourself from it. Whatever that “it” might be. It will not repeat. It will be all different. And, in the good and in the bad, you are ready for it. You just need to realise and live it.

{ ♡ }

– Pile Two,

the tree: the queen of cups and the temperance

Even though it is much better and gentle to hear that it never was supposed to be this way, that you never were destined to feel so much pain… That it wasn't your fault, nor the consequences of who you were and what you wanted… Even if it would be so much easier to heal those wounds if you would hear all of this… It still wouldn't be a complete truth. And you would know it deep down, you would have that uneasy feeling, that fear that it might happen again, because you would be aware of the fact that it was indeed because of what you did and said, to others or to yourself.

It was bound to happen. Your heart was destined to be scratched and crushed. In that moment or in another. In the hands of that person or in the ones of someone else… perhaps even yourself. It would've happened either way. Because it was the only thing that could've break through that wall of delusion, entitlement, a little immaturity, that was creating so many wrong convictions in you about the connections, about the shapes and ways of love. That pain and the feeling of betrayal… were truly the only things that could get you angry enough to unveil that mirror that you never looked in. It was the only way to make you see. Who you were, your own actions and words, your needs and desires, that often weren't so aligned. It was the only way to turn your gaze, your scrutiny and judgement inwards. To you. And not only to others, that so often simply reacted to how you were.

It is not an easy subject. The one of the maturity, of growing, of realising our own mistakes and for the first time, after so long, seeing the uncomfortable truth that it wasn't only others, the source of so much challenge and pain. It is not easy to listen to all those sudden conclusions and answers that our mind starts to find, when it is alone with our heart… And it is even more difficult to accept them, to admit that we too did our part in creating those battles in which we got stabbed…

But you did it. No matter if you wanted it, decided to take that time and reflect, or if it just came crashing down on you in the moment that you were already so tired and consumed that you couldn't ignore or postpone it. You did it. To your own self. You found a way to listen to you, to the truth, to allow you to show yourself how the things really were as you got through them, not seeing nothing but attacks and betrayals. You did it. You stayed there for a moment. You let it sink in. Until it changed something in you, even if those wounds still continued to sting.

Your healing became your growth. And each stitch on your heart started to feel sweet and sour in its pain, because of the knowledge that it wasn't just useless hurt. It had a reason, a motive, that you can now escape and avoid because you know what are those things that can trap you in them.

It gives you confidence, that new knowledge and awareness of yourself, enough to make you feel ready for another journey. For a new connection in which you can practice the things that you learned, making them truly work… But it is a little too soon now. You still need those stitches to keep you together, to burn a little to remind you of the consequences of impulsive and rushed steps that you shouldn't take if you want to take care of yourself. And this means that you are not ready. Not until those wounds will be only scars. Scars that you don't try to forget about and hide away. But those that you respect and are proud of, the ones that you look at without feeling regret, shame or rage. Those that you honour, by making the steps that never would make your body, your heart, go again through all that pain.

You need a little more time. A little more patience. Those feelings and connections that you strive for will not go anywhere. They will wait for you to be truly ready. They will wait because they know that it is best this way, that it is worth it, for you to heal completely first, before doing the next step.

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– Pile Three,

the paths: the moon and the five of wands

It wasn't really your choice to be here. To be alone, to feel so tired and cold. It never was your intention, not even for a second, to remain without anyone… It never was the reason behind your actions and your words. And yet they led to this. To feeling so misunderstood in every connection and situation, to seeing their eyes so hurt or full of rage, even when you chose your words so carefully, as you only tried to explain what you needed, what you felt…

It feels a little like a losing game. The one you can never win no matter how hard you try, not when the rules change every single damn time. The people, their thoughts and feelings, their unique way of seeing a connection, what love is supposed to be… It is just tiring and confusing. Especially for a heart that never wanted so many complications, so many “adventures”. A heart that so innocently and genuinely only looked for love, in any way, shape or form.

It really makes you slow down, all of this, so many challenges, difficulties, arguments and hurt. It makes you reflect on whether this is really what you want. If it is worth it at all. If you really can't live without it to the point of finding somewhere that strength and patience to keep on trying no matter what…

But, what if, the desire and need for this unconditional and powerful feeling, did indeed led you to a journey of love? What if they still worked, all those wishes spent on this… but just in a way that you didn’t know you needed to experience first?

You were so eager, so open, so ready for it… You did so much in the name of love, never pretending to find a specific type of it, just wanting to feel it once… And it was given to you, a journey of love. Of love for yourself. And the urge to take care and protect every inch of you, exactly like only a person truly in love would've done.

Through the ones that came closer, their often annoying or painful ways; through others that are further, their fairytale like stories that made you feel jealous and simply sad because this is not what you have; through the experiences, the ups and downs, the never ending frustrating stories and only few feeble joyful moments… You did go through a journey. And you did find love. The one of the truest and strongest form. You found love for yourself. Who you were. Who you are. And who you can and will become.

It is not what you looked for nor expected, it's true. But it is exactly what you needed to experience and learn. Before letting others teach you what love truly is, you needed to understand it on your own, to set those boundaries, expectations, limits that only those that are worthy can overcome. Those that you will see from miles away, feel so naturally and instantly. Because now you simply know what love is, respect and kindness, and you can recognise it in every gaze of those that truly can embody it, making you feel safe.

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thatfrailsoul · 2 months ago

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{ So in love with the way the words of this reading flow. I will forever be amazed by this reader.♡ }

Channeled love note ~ from a special source of love + Ask Game ↓

Dear beloved, seeker of romance. Yes, that timeless, luminous, beautifully ridiculous thing. It arrives with meaning, knocking at your door to deliver a message from someone who's keeping you close in their heart. So reach within, let the soft glow of love, pink and unimposing, flow from your heart all the way to your head and toes. Do you feel it yet? Now let's take a breath and exhale slowly through the mouth. It helps to close your eyes when you do this. Take your time. When you feel centered and the pink light glows soft and steady, choose a picture you're drawn to, below. You'll find a corresponding letter, from a special source of love in your life. They could be present in your current life - a partner, a lover... or maybe you'll meet them in a different place in time? Love is a great adventure afterall.

Let me know how your pile made you feel!

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Letter #1

How did I not fall for you at first sight? It is true, with time and familiarity, I've peeled back the layers you've cloaked yourself with. The more time goes by, the more I fall in love with your details. I'm glad we're past our early days. You loved to challenge and I loved a challenge. You were so flighty and mysterious, but you could never resist expressing yourself. You were so defiant and sharp, slicing and moulding the frontiers of my mind. I guess we can call it a form of intellectual courtship? Even in our ego clashes, we were so compatible! As much as you loved unraveling my mind and giving me sleepless nights (mostly your words... fine your voice... and your eyes?), it was also what drew us closer. Our differences were vast, our edges and history shaped by the forces of life. I like the grit and raw beauty of your soul. You leaned into my story, like moonlight falling on water, illuminating the spaces, no. Beautifying those parts of myself I was so afraid to show you. How did you manage to unravel me like so? When our voices softened to understanding, like we recognized somehow a bridge had formed with the conversations we threw like stones. Tentative and wary, we made our way across, meeting in the middle. We were like puzzle pieces, coming together. Our contrasting outlines falling into place, from which a picture of our love emerged. Now, this love that feels so natural, like an alternative possibility, of a life where you didn't exist just seems absurd to me. I want to say I love you, but this feels like more. What's more than love?

Loving you is as innate and necessary as breathing, and I know it sounds hella cheesy, but - loving you is paradoxical. I think even my breath spells your name but you make me breathless. Did you eat well? Food is food, other things are other things - not sustenance (you are mine). So eat well and rest well. I'll always be finnicky and fussing over you. Am I annoying? Good. It's payback for how annoying you are, with your annoying wit and annoying beauty. Can't have a moment's peace with that bright mind of yours. Come, torment me some more.

Letter #2 :

There are few things I'm certain of and on top of that list is how I'll love you, through our ever evolving ways. Maybe the days of our youth will pass by like this. Questioning the world and the feeling of uncertainty beating in our hearts. And I may even be reckless to think this but what do they matter? When all's said and done, only love is left in this world. Let me master you, let me learn about you the way the earth knows the roots that press deep into it. How do your days and nights sit on your shoulder, the dreams you carry beneath your ribs. The taste of your quiet, the weight of your want. Let me press kisses against the places you think I cannot, should not see, let me love you there too.

Does your chest tremble like mine does, when you say my name? Soft, sometimes teasing; always like it belongs to you.

I'll let you hold my joys, and you need not fear them slipping by. Not when my joy is you. And let me hold your sadness, for they're mine too.

I don't blame you for fearing that love is fleeting. I'm afraid of it too. No, let me show you that the world is wrong to ask that of you. It is not to be earned or bargained for, and let me be the proof that it's not. Yet, I will savour falling on my knees for you. Like the sun meets the horizon, I'll be patient to be let in when you need it the most. Sink into me. I'll hold your sorrows and joys. The way love carries us even when we do not know how to ask for it. For beyond the first desire, beyond the first moments of our passion and meeting, I find myself still consumed by you. The world will take and time will take too, only love remains. And if love is all that remains when the world is done with us, I'll give mine to you until nothing of me remains untouched by the knowing of you.

Letter #3 :

I need to be honest with you. The times we spend together, long days, longer evenings. Hearts spent and happy when we get home. Can't I get some more of you? I swing between humility and arrogance. All I ever want is to exist beside you, quietly. Dare I impose this upon you? It's ridiculous really. I'll just be sitting there minding my own business and suddenly, I'll think of you and feel this overwhelming rush of warmth in my chest. Your voice in the morning, when you kiss me goodbye, like the softness of the morning sun, slipping through my fingers.

You're my accomplice, in all things ridiculous and real. I can't believe you're stuck with me. Because I will be right here, with you. In every way a person can be, through every terrible day, through every ordinary Tuesday.

I will be here to hear your grumpy and tired sighs, when you're really hangry but you decide it's the perfect time to develop really strong feelings for that thing that doesn't really matter. And you forget it the next day. It's so cute that you're often torn between the meadow's hush and a neon-lit club, because as the end of the night rolls in ... we forget where we are.

Our shadows move in a drunken haze. The breeze becomes a poet. And your hand in mine is a song I hum forever. These moments I take in carefully. When I'm alone, in my mind, I trace your face and the sound of your voice. Us keeping each other humble. I'll never let you know how crazy I am about you. Do you still not know it yet? Is that why you let me hold you a little longer? I know you watch me and know me, learning my habits and the way I speak by heart. (And my voice definitely doesn't sound like that, but you do you.)

So, here we are, picking each others' habits. Like the way you eat fruit or place your feet up on the chair like that or chew on the poor, poor chewable objects. You're so clever, you are. I can never be subtle with you, you break the damn doors when I sulk. And it makes me smile and bite my lips, really it does. You know it when I'm too stubborn to ask for help, because you do that too, you know? And when I make a fool of myself, who's going to roll their eyes and make fun of me before I'm told, "I knew this was going to happen." You're so helpful like that. How lucky I am that our paths crossed. That I have the honour of loving you and sharing this life with you.

💌 ASK GAME : LOVE NOTE DELIVERY

• each emoji stands for a different source of love in your life. pick an emoji you're drawn to :

🍊 | 🌊 | 🥂 | 🐢 | 🥃 | 🌺 | ☄️ | 🎠 | 🦋 | 🐞

• comment the chosen emoji + a word in your native tongue or foreign language that you find beautiful.

• a corresponding note for the emoji will be shared (in the form of a short channeled message for you)

• open for the first 15 slots

Hope you enjoyed the reading ! 💕

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thatfrailsoul · 3 months ago

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✫ new moon in aquarius ✫

it’s dark when the seed is in the soil, it’s dark when we close our eyes, it’s dark in the spaces between galaxies. it’s dark not because of the absence of light but in anticipation of it. and so, I prepare for new beginnings. Angels of the Universe, carry away the pain of wisdom, and allow it to inspire courage to carry out my purpose. As a new cycle starts, I believe I’m in alignment with the silver linings in my life. My body, mind and spirit are cleansed. My heart is filled with love and graced with creative purpose. My space is cleansed and protected by the energies of the new moon. I’m led to quieter moments of finding myself, finding community, and finding meaning in my life. I’m being led away from the noise and clutter, and into the quiet crevices of change and flow, stillness and connection that are meant for me. I’m coming to realize that dreams and reality are two sides of the same coin, they’re threads connected to each other. Spirit is helping me recognize areas in my life that are fertile for creation and development, that have the potential to nourish and sustain me, and those around me by extension. I trust in the universe. As things inside of me settle down, so do things in the world outside of me. I welcome clarity to aid my wisdom and prepare for a new cycle. Thank you, Universe. Clarity flows into me, its lightness filling me up, from my head to toe. I am light and free. And, so it is.

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thatfrailsoul · 3 months ago

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{ Such a sweet way to wake up! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🩷 }

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𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @thatfrailsoul

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒅! 💐

#thatfrailsoul #thatfrailsoul: talking with you

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thatfrailsoul · 3 months ago

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"Seek nothing outside of yourself." ♡

“there is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself.” ― Miyamoto Musashi

Kami Art by Gordiart

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thatfrailsoul · 3 months ago

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– A wish come true

new year's tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

At the midnight of the new year... There are a lot of whishes that cross our mind. And even more of them stay hidden, silently, somewhere in our heart... But which one of them will be granted to you this year? Which is the one that your soul wanted or needed more, enough to allow it to manifest into this world?

This is our third and last message for the beginning of this new year… A somewhat magical ending, with a glimpse of what we will be able to create and gift ourselves, through the connection of our subconscious and conscious mind. Because it is true that when wish for something', we whisper it out, into this world, hoping that someone will hear and help us... But we are the first ones to listen to ourselves. We are the ones that start to create and guide us through our reality, right to that dream that we expressed.

So take a moment. Breathe. And follow your gaze to the pile that attracts you more. The one that hides a message for you, about something that will be soon and finally yours.

{P.s. What pile did you choose? ♡ Let me know ~}

– Pile One,

the book: the eight and the nine of cups

This year… will be the one of transformation. Of pure and powerful growth of your persona, and of the world around you that will rush to keep up with you and all the possibilities you will discover for you.

One little thing, one little detail… And it’s like you open your eyes for the first time. Seeing your reality so differently. Almost like your perception of it, just a mere second ago, was only your imagination. The limits, the obstacles… all gone. Just like that. Just because you found that right spot from which to look at it, discovering all at once the alternative paths that were always there, so hidden and never used.

Changing place, career or studies… it will not be a scary and silent desire anymore. It won’t be a fantasy to lull you at night. It will be overwhelmingly real, but beautiful. And possible. All thanks to your patience and hard work. All thanks to your dedication and tender grip you had on this dream, never letting it go, no matter how difficult it seemed to bring it into this world.

You will make it out of this cage of circumstances. But without any rush or guilt for leaving everything and running away, hearing the disappointing or judgemental voices of others behind your back. No, you will do it the right way. The one that will satisfy both them and your mind. You will do it so no one ever doubts it, your decisions… You will do it by taking care first of what you have now, so you won't ever have regret about your choice.

It will take some time indeed, to finish up this journey first, to conclude at least one of its phases, to keep under control that impatience and at times frustration of wanting to move on… But it will not seem so long once you will do it. Once you will focus on it, this time knowing clearly why you are doing it, and without feeling pressured and forced for the first time in so long.

You will just do it. Achieve what you can, what is enough for you, and then you'll move forward, but on a different path.

It will be quite an adventure, the one you will live this year. But it won't be rushed or difficult. It will be clear and flexible. An adventure that will seem to be already so well written, leaving to you only the most fun and easy part of enjoying it, following the flow and plot of it.

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– Pile Two,

the ship: the eight of wands and the knight of cups

So much movement… So many things to plan, to check and to control. So many stuff to consider and to take care of as you go further… It really is overwhelming. Even if this change and progress was something that you wanted and worked on for so long. It still doesn’t really prepare you, desiring it or thinking about it, to the reality of what change is. The fast pace, the little time to breathe, the way things become completely different from one night to another, needing much more attention from you, than when they only were in the dreams you visited when you wanted. It is demanding, consuming, and it is not linear at all. It is so fast one moment, and then the other everything stops. Making you wait days, months, sometimes even years… Not giving you time to react and adapt, and once you somehow do it, not allowing you to put in practice what you prepared.

It was happening already for quite some time. Becoming the manifestation of your frustration, rather than a dream come true, the thing you wanted and hoped for so long… But finally things seem to calm down a little, as there is less and less to do and organise. And more free moments for you to just stop, look around, and see that you are finally here, exactly where you pictured yourself so many times. Where you can realise that it wasn't a mistake after all, like you started to think amids all that confusion and movement that you didn't expect in your dreams. And that it indeed was just a phase, just the beginning of a journey for which this year you will be ready for finally.

You will have more time and space, in the end. Exactly like you imagined it. That freedom, that peace, that space to grow and experience new things. Learning again to enjoy this journey, to remember why you wanted it so much, and letting go of the stress and confusion that this preparation overwhelmed you with.

You will make out of it, victorious. Holding in your hands the reality that you created all by yourself. Complete, real, exactly like you wanted it to be.

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– Pile Three,

the stork: the six of cups and the ace of coins

They are so heavy… those things, people, situations from the past. The ones that became pure burden, slowing you down so much, distracting you, calling your mind and heart every single time you try to start anew. They are so persistent, even when they are only a memory, that is ridiculous, just how much power something can have over you… So much that in this desperation and frustration you started to think that it was you, who was still holding onto it, who was bringing it back alive from the past.

But it wasn't really you, at least not only. It was simply all that reminded of it to you, triggered you, in such a painfully familiar way. And there wasn't anything wrong in the fact that you couldn't just ignore it like so many suggested.

You needed your time, and you took it for yourself. Even if it wasn't always so easy or exactly like you wanted… you still gave yourself that space needed to heal and fully process all that happened. Enough to clear things out, find answers, context and explanations, even if you are the only one aware of them, even if they will never listen or express their perspective on what happened. It was still enough for you. For that you of the past that felt like things never really ended, because of how many things remained untold and so strange. You helped yourself. You ended things, concluded them, even the ones that should've been taken care of by those who walked away. But you freed yourself.

And with this new peace, new understanding and acceptance, you will start to welcome in all those things that you wanted but couldn't reach. They will come to you on their own, naturally, seeing that now you are truly ready to live a new phase of your journey.

It will be simply easier this year. Taking the opportunities, making choices, trying things, working on them and achieving. Because there won't be nothing heavy on your heart, nothing overwhelming your mind. Not the past. Not the regret or silent and contained rage. There will be just you, who left it all behind. Being now able to fully open your wings and take flight.

One seemingly little thing will influence and change so much. In all areas of your life. That will start to evolve and bloom into something more, in those desires that for so long you were forced to keep just in your heart, daydreaming about a chance to live a different life.

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