It’s a tearful victory lap, and you’re the grand marshal.
If Friday was a mood board, you’d be the VHS glitch in a Lana Del Rey video crossed with a transparent Chiron-shaped tear on the face of a drag queen after her wig slips. Medication abortion is back in Missouri and the Moon in Leo wants you to know: It’s a triumph, but not the ending. Mercury-Jupiter in Cancer broadcasts all the feels, and you’re receiving static in high definition. This waxing crescent is about just-barely-maybe hope: the act of returning, not arrival. Like Miss Vanjie, you’re strutting out but also kind of wondering if you should’ve stayed at the gig. Your compassionate hot take? Sometimes being “too much” is exactly what the moment needs. Let your empathy spill everywhere, even if it gets a little cringe. You’re the friend who brings a playlist and a protest sign—no one expects it, everyone needs it. Your softness is political; your quiet, a riot. Today’s tea: feeling things is a superpower, and yours is newly unlocked.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Pisces. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
