Tarot: High Priestess
tarot pull (wake & bake): the high priestess -- secrets in the walls, psychic receipts, and that airport bathroom energy of knowing way too much but saying nothing.
rosh hashanah and yom kippur happened. the holidays felt like dragging my psyche through a haunted anatomy theater. boundary stuff. trust stuff. survival stuff. big corpse dreams.
i’m still a monster tho. jessica has been weird. she admits she is “with” her ex -- who is now married -- and i didn’t tell anyone. i had no idea until she spilled it, all casual. how the hell do i know who she’s texting? i’m not a proctologist.
if she did that shit to me i would be pizzzzzed, so… no. i found out for sure when i walked in and saw her texting him. she told me. i told her: you have to tell rebecca. if you don’t, i can’t keep it shut. i’m sorry-not-sorry. don’t covet my wife or my ass no matter how fine it is, and don’t drop secrets like guts on a slab and expect me to just smile and stir the soup.
the whole thing is a slow-burn fluorescent money shot -- dramatic, messy, begging for attention without ever saying what it wants. meanwhile rebecca’s like, “where’s jessica?” and “why won’t she answer?” and i’m just vibing in my silent abbatoir of guilt. boo.
rosh hashanah and yom kippur happened. the holidays felt like dragging my psyche through a haunted anatomy theater. boundary stuff. trust stuff. survival stuff. big corpse dreams.
i’m still a monster tho. jessica has been weird. she admits she is “with” her ex -- who is now married -- and i didn’t tell anyone. i had no idea until she spilled it, all casual. how the hell do i know who she’s texting? i’m not a proctologist.
if she did that shit to me i would be pizzzzzed, so… no. i found out for sure when i walked in and saw her texting him. she told me. i told her: you have to tell rebecca. if you don’t, i can’t keep it shut. i’m sorry-not-sorry. don’t covet my wife or my ass no matter how fine it is, and don’t drop secrets like guts on a slab and expect me to just smile and stir the soup.
the whole thing is a slow-burn fluorescent money shot -- dramatic, messy, begging for attention without ever saying what it wants. meanwhile rebecca’s like, “where’s jessica?” and “why won’t she answer?” and i’m just vibing in my silent abbatoir of guilt. boo.
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