Pisces ♓︎

Okay, so the Moon in Leo is voguing front and center while Neptune and Saturn in Aries rehearse A Streetcar Named Delusion in the wings—and you, dear Pisces, are somehow both cast and crew. Don’t be alarmed if this Saturday feels like you’re accidentally attending David Ellison’s Trump “First Amendment” dinner: you didn’t RSVP, but the universe put you at the messiest table anyway. The Venus-Uranus situation? The White Lotus finale energy: dramatic exits, wild recasts, no one knowing what’s canon anymore. Your creative subconscious is screaming “Helena Bonham Carter deserved better!” while your practical mind is like “Girl, you need to hydrate.” Today is a waxing gibbous moodboard: anticipation, too much highlighter, and the sense that something’s about to break (hopefully not your spirit, or your phone screen). Here’s the secret: real power is in holding space for both outrage and joy. Your cosmic assignment? Be the wild card at the dinner party. When in doubt, reference Sontag and say you’re “processing.”