Libra ♎︎

Can you hear that? It’s the faint sound of Nicole Kidman’s heels echoing off the club bathroom tile—a Venus-in-your-sign remix of last night’s Troye Sivan video, and you’re hosting the VIP lounge. But Venus is beefing with Mars and Saturn, so every flirtation comes with a contract and at least one non-disclosure agreement. Friday’s waxing crescent moon says: this is not the era for beige. If anyone tries to dull your sparkle, serve them a cease-and-desist with a garnish of constructive criticism. The world is all, “Who gets to belong?” and Libra, as usual, you’re the one enforcing the guest list. That doesn’t mean you have to be polite about it. In fact, the universe is giving you one free pass to read to filth anyone who mistakes your fairness for passivity. If you’re mourning a loss today, let yourself be dramatic—mourning is art, darling. Screenshot this: “Balance is for gymnasts. I make my own rules.”