Pisces ♓︎

Saturn and Neptune are waltzing out of your sign like the closing credits of the world’s saddest queer indie film. Every headline is a tearjerker; every protest sign looks like a poem. The world’s in chaos—Minneapolis, Iran, the Supreme Court—and you’re the empath with a playlist for every mood. The Sun-Venus-Mars-Mercury Capricorn squad keep shouting, “Get it together!” but the waning crescent moon gives you permission to drift, dream, and dissolve. Sometimes, the most radical thing you can do is refuse to harden. Plug into your community—organize a poetry reading, send mutual aid, make a meme out of your heartbreak. Your softness is sacred and, in this world, revolutionary. Don’t be afraid to cry; every tear is a spell.