Pisces ♓︎

Neptune and Saturn in retrograde are turning your inner life into a Lana Del Rey B-side: melancholic, dreamy, strangely comforting. The world sways from UPS drama to political awakenings, but you’re floating above the noise—poetry in a crisis. Thursday’s waning gibbous Moon is your excuse to ghost the group chat, slip into a bath, and daydream about Mamdani’s campaign being run by a troupe of sapphic sirens. The cultural mood is “rejecting divisive politics”—Pisces, you’ve been preaching unity since before it was cool. Poignancy: Even the softest souls sometimes need to swim away. Let your dreams incubate while the world adjusts. The Moon says release what clouds your clarity—sometimes the greatest resistance is to keep believing in gentleness. Thursday is your permission slip to dissolve, just for a little while. The world will still be there tomorrow, darling.