Thousands of years ago, mankind drove the celestial virgin Astrea away from earth with our sins. She ascended to the heavens to join the constellation Virgo.
According to myth, she’ll return someday. (Girl, don't do it. Shit's wild down here.)
This Virgo szn, we're honoring Astrea with an honest and focused attempt to achieve some inner clarity. Check out these 50 sour poetry prompts for Virgo season below — including some bonus mood boards and color palettes at the end.
getting bullied by my ‘end of summer blues’
at the end of the world, the only person I think to call is ______
a heart of solid peridot
sepia tone dirty laundry
breathtaking vs. painstaking detail
I know you meant well
step-by-step directions for achieving self-destruction
opportunities wasted waiting for ‘the perfect timing’
“my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me...” — Dashboard Confessional
afternoons spent mixing up potions in the yard with your inner child
satyr comma butterfly kisses
challenging Mercury to a game of wits
overthinking & overloving
we don’t stop for buttercups on the roadside
timing your panic attacks practically
take your shoes off at the door
in an attempt to soften his edges
I only remember how to pray after Googling my illness symptoms
head held low; middle finger held high
winding metaphors for ‘adaptability’
a slow start; picking up speed
hiding my feelings (especially from me)
the taste of fixation
in tune with your stomach / listening to gut feelings
unsolicited advice
a love-affair with stress
a vessel for everyday magic
getting your second wind
diving headfirst into puddles
I know I’m not easy to love
you already have everything you need
terminally homesick
small but unfathomably bright
a critical analysis of counting your blessings
swallowing fistfuls of carnelian
the new ‘bare minimum’
bruises under golden hour in early September
daydream ruminations of apocalypse
she’s comprised of garden soil and hypervigilance
“you said you’d keep me honest / but I won’t call you on it” — Fall Out Boy
I have a kink for making my own rules
moss-covered reminders
I’ll give you grace if you give me answers
finicky chrysanthemums
humans drove Astrea away with our sins & we’ve been paying for it ever since
List Poem: what surviving looks like in high-definition
List Poem: instances when you were right all along
List Poem: metaphors for ‘fuck you’ but in a nice way
List Poem: cities I never want to see (again or ever)
List Poem: newspaper headline clippings for every major holiday you missed
Virgo Aesthetic Mood Boards
Virgo Color Palettes
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