Don’t worry you guys I’m almost totally caught up on Outlander.

baby witch trying on my talisman

this ride is always such a delight (at Peekskill Riverfront)

Navigating DIA Beacon with @jlshookman

@jlshookman beaconstlye (at Virgos Sip N Soul Cafe)

taxis as praxis

gone fishin’ (at Grand Central Terminal)


The end of August.  The Starry Virgin ascends.  

The zodiac is simply one of many klatches among the cosmos, and its chatter does not offer particularly accurate prescription, description, or prognostication.  (Excellent gossip, though—suffice it to say if Cassiopeia seems to have drifted a bit toward Andromeda, it may not be a mere trick of the atmosphere.)

And yet some of the folklore that has accrued to the signs speaks deeply. For example.  The metal affiliated with Virgo is mercury.  ”Witch the Third,” speakest thou, “isn’t it a bit of a stretch to call Queen ‘metal’?”  And unto thee I reply: No, ew, read a book.  

In any case, those of us who in this life first squalled to the sky in late summer do find particular freedom coursing through the clouds or along that witchiest of interstates, Route 10, on the sun-searing, soul-speeding chants of early 70s Mercury. 

Happy Birthday, Virgo Sistren.  Hail and Praise.  To you this day I give:

Mercury Reflecting Light.

bears noting that the lyrics to linked song Seven Seas of Rhye are not NOT witch talk.

Fear me you lords and lady preachers
I descend upon your earth from the skies
I command your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine
The seven seas of rhye

Can you hear me you peers and privvy counselors
I stand before you naked to the eyes
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust
I swear that you’ll be mine
The seven seas of rhye

Sister - i live and lie for you
Mister - do and I’ll die
You are mine i possess you
i belong to you forever

Storm the master-marathon I’ll fly through
By flash and thunder-fire I’ll survive
Then I’ll defy the laws of nature and come out alive
Then I’ll get you

Be gone with you - you shod and shady senators
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries
I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours
And with a smile
I’ll take you to the seven seas of rhye
(Reblogged from charmcore)

I genuinely want a bar of platinum now. #goals #highlysuggestible