Pisces ♓︎

Neptune and Saturn are dancing out of Pisces like two ex-lovers at last call: awkward, wistful, cinematic. The Moon’s waning in Scorpio, leaving voice notes you’ll never send. Every planet in Capricorn is giving “executive realness” but you’re reading queer poetry in the break room. The world’s headlines want you to pick sides, but you want to water every flower at the vigil. “Chris Stapleton’s ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ goes double diamond” and you—yes, you—are crying into your iced oat latte about the queer line-dancing night you never had. Here’s the realness: your feelings matter even when the world’s loud. “Sometimes empathy is the softest form of rebellion.”