
Queen of Cups
Perhaps she regrets leaving her bathing suit in the beach bag she forgot by the door
Perhaps she regrets leaving her bathing suit in the beach bag she forgot by the door
The Magician card represents what we in divination circles like to call “mad skills.”
Your autobiography will read like an off-brand book of Mad Libs.
Sprinting to life’s finish line
also called The Monk, The Sage, The Capuchin, Sad Santa, The Struggling Writer, and Time.
You cannot chop despair into a nice fruit salad.
Shishkabobulated.
This card ought not to exist.
Make haste, make waves, or at least a cloud of ink.
Two is a coincidence, three is a pattern… three wishes… celebrity deaths come in threes or two-thousand-sixteens…
Hello? Am I online? Can anyone read this message? I do not know where we are
“Hello, this is Hector from Hector the Spectre Collector. Unfortunately, we are all booked up until next week. If you …
Uh, hi, tarot blogger lady? It’s Colin. One of the ghosts? We didn’t interrupt your last post! That voice in …
beware. beware! fear the coming darkness.
You have many stories to tell. No one listens anymore.
The rocks are slippery. Recovery is slippery. Angels hate getting their down feathers wet.
If an oracle tells you that you will be devoured by sharks tomorrow at 3:16 p.m. and 47 seconds, do not drive further inland! Humanity barely survived the last four sharknado tragedies.
To avoid ultimate defeat, wise Tarot readers will insist that you do something monumentally stupid upon pulling a seven.
“We will (grudgingly) stop wailing obscenities in your ears at three in the morning. This is a big sacrifice for us. Your reactions are priceless! Oh man, we wish you could see how you look! What a bunch of dweebs!”
Chamaeleonids are especially tickled pink by the opportunity.