You and me and the devil makes three. +

Amy / Chicago / Writer / Feminist

I want you.
All the time.
No one else.

Blue is the Warmest Color   (via forlornes)

(Source: connotativewords, via 10knotes)




i know everyone likes to know mystical stuff related to your birthday so did you know that you have assigned tarot cards as birth cards/arcana based upon when you were born

The Tower and The Chariot share the issues of balance, control, energy, solidity and war. They contrast in their ways of handling every issue. The violent overthrow of rigid and ambitious structure contrasts with the invisible battle for balance and self-control. External contrasts with internal energy. The vulnerability of fortification contrasts with the durability of character.

The Tower is the tumultuous power at the center of everything. It is the constant potential for an occasional experience of the unexpected, the violent and sudden disruption of normal conditions; the power of complete surprise and the feeling of head-over-heels. The job of The Tower is to uproot dug-in positions and vested interests, to be the event horizon beyond which lies the unpredictable and unaccountable. The Tower is the end of complacency.

The Chariot is the steady flow of ceaseless intention that is the warrior in everything. Its job is to harness all competing impulses and energies, to overcome all obstacles and resistances, and against all odds, carry everything to its destiny. On this journey, everything becomes what it must become and nothing is lacking.

Unintegrated and imperfectly realized, The Tower can be capricious, frightening and disastrous. It can rob effort of its proper reward, and destroy faith in both justice and mercy. It can be melodramatic, or it can be pointless, random and gratuitously painful.

The Chariot can vacillate and side-step, or turn tail and run. It can be vainglorious and posturing, or overly sensitive and ineffectual. It can lose heart in the middle of a task, and mope.

Together, they are afraid of nothing, can stand successfully against any opponent, either internal or external, and when the time comes, they will rise to the ultimate challenge and be equal to it.

Imagery — Things to Look at and Contemplate:

Postures — riding / sitting
(Changing vs. maintaining, future vs. present)

Colors — black and white / red and orange
(Stark and minimal vs. passionate and full-blown)

Clothing — armor only / armor, robe and crown
(Personal, intimate and absolute vs. formal, ceremonial and imperious)

Symbols —

horse / throne
(things as they will be vs. things as they are)

banner / orb and scepter
(different symbols of the same higher authority in whose name both perform their respective functions)

Landscapes — complex / simple
(detailed reality vs. abstract principle)


Scorpio (Death) — dark, deep, cold, seductive, frightening

Aries (Emperor) — bright, clear, hot, attractive, reassuring


Anarchy vs. Order

Democracy vs. Hierarchy

Necessity vs. Logic

Death and The Emperor have in common the qualities of polar absolutes: both are crystal clear in the definition of their function, territory and authority; neither can be moderated or softened in the performance of their duties; each balances the other perfectly — one deconstructs and wipes away, the other organizes and establishes. They are both utterly dependable.

The Emperor makes Death lawful, and gives him pride of place in the scheme of things. Death makes everything mutable, so that the law itself is constantly changing, adaptive and alive.

The Emperor is armored, a warrior in the service of the light. His job and responsibility is to make sense of things, to bring order out of chaos, to refute the bogus, to make peace between the usual and the exception. The Emperor permits no secret or special powers to challenge the authority of his law. His motto is: “There’s a perfectly good explanation for everything.”

Death is also armored, a warrior in the service of the dark. His job is to establish the edge of the known, and to push everything over that edge into mystery. He unfurls the banner of the realm of darkness, in which the rules are so different from those of the kingdom of light that they seem like chaos. He is the master of the unknown and the fear and adventure of the unknown, and his banner is the veil of the unknown.

Death pulls the rug out from under the feet of all comfortable assumptions and established procedures, and sends them tumbling into the abyss. He is the ultimate anarchist against whose activity all laws are meant to protect. He makes the possible The Empress’ continuous production of life, and The Emperor’s continuous organization of life, by removing it as fast as it is created. Without the bottomless pit of mystery, the known and knowable universe would choke on itself and grind to a halt.

Unintegrated and imperfectly realized, The Emperor is a tyrant and stick-in-the-mud, controlling and manipulative, unable to let things take their course or go their own way. He equates mystery with ignorance, and can be afraid of the dark. What he doesn’t know or can’t account for he believes does not exist. He resents criminals and upholds the established order.

Death can be vicious and gratuitously cruel. He will make false claims and promises, and spread ruin and upheaval wantonly. He has no fear of consequences, and his reasons for things can be akin to madness. He supports any kind of change for its own sake, cloaking anarchist impulses in a cracked or specious reasonableness.

Together, they make life both orderly and fresh, peaceful without tyranny, prosperous without stagnation, always believable but constantly fascinating. Together, their motto is: “The only things you can depend on are death and taxes.”



you keep worrying
your sadness
is taking up too much space.
i wish you’d let yourself
be the milky way.

(via loveyourchaos)



*aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to be clingy about it*

(via moonbrains)