Birthdays are always strange. Normally I feel celebratory but if I’m honest the past month has really rattled me to my core. I understand the nature of Scorpio season, the way it brings about upheaval, how death and rebirth are intertwined. I want to honour the moments that’re harrowing. 31 feels like a reflection. It’s a lot less about the glitter and some grand entrance but rather sitting in silence. My entry into my thirties has been peculiar with the process of my Saturn return, it has been quite the odyssey. And I understand ever so clearly my feelings are just seasons but fuck has this past month rocked my shit. I find it interesting how I was born on the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius season, it is no coincidence. Always between realms. Thank you to everyone who has seen me in all my colours but hold me with such gravity whether that’s in my jubilation, my dejection or in the land between. In the age of the apocalypse, I think it’s brave we’re all still here. As much as I have faltered lately 30 also showed me how good it can get. And even though most days all I want is to return home to the stars, when it gets dark let the water carry you. ♥️🦋✨ USED • @emcosmetics Cushion Foundation in Sweet Secret, @sugarpill shadows in Dollipop + Feline Fancy palette, @danessa_myricks Colorfix in Lift, @rouge.and.rogue Lashes in Miss Fury