Welcome to Colorfully Quirky & Combustible — This is not simply a another Blog- It’s the altar where I laid down the lie of being “nice.” It’s the ember Eve hid away from me in her obedience.
It’s the laugh Lilith shared that cracked me wide open. It’s the place where queens crawl from collapsed walls and rebuild thrones from bone, bark, and printed cardstock. Here, the sacred is stitched in sarcasm.
The spells? Sticky notes, scribbled with beaded pens. And every mess — a map. Each post is a flaming permission slip dressed in defiance. This isn't content for the sake of content. It’s a crossroads. It’s a bonfire. It’s a full-body YES to making, becoming, unraveling, and occasionally laughing your ass off — no permission slips required.
Oh honey, buckle up—because if you thought your first Saturn Return was a cosmic wake-up call, your second one is the universe sliding into your DMs like, "Hey bestie, missed me? Let’s burn it all down again.
Let's talk about those invisible strings that have been pulling at your soul. You know the ones—they've got you saying "yes" when your spirit is screaming "HELL NO,"
It started with good intentions. Okay fine—it started with a full moon, a cup of peppermint mocha, and the whisper of possibility that sounded like...
Because Tinder’s a Trash Portal and My Higher Self Has Snacks Not in the mood to mingle with another man who "doesn’t believe in astrology but is a total Capricorn."
