The Virgo constellation Virgos are vast fields of mint in the middle of the afternoon. They’re small leaves circling the window, somehow having made their way inside after the rain. Virgos are vintage clocks that can only be repaired by one person in a city of eleven million. They arrive many minutes early, before anyone has opened, and stay many late, long after everyone has left. Virgos are mountains and iron and green tents. Virgos are the one friend who is up past midnight, watching the fire and watching you sleep, writing something so true in their journal, even they won’t look back to read it. Even they are scared of what it says. Virgos are letters in cursive. Virgos are always not getting enough sleep. Virgos are keeping records of all of your records. Virgos are playing records with sounds that make you close your eyes and see trees. Virgos are typewriters from the twenties. Virgos are being in your twenties and not loving them because you worry (too much). Virgos are luxurious. Virgos are local and organic. Virgos are the caretakers we all desperately need. Welcome to Virgo season!
Happy Virgo Season
Oh, the poem made me cry a little. What a sweet way to start the day! This really warmed my little Virgo heart 💛
This was going so well until you got to the different Virgos and then you just exposed tf out of our crazy 🤣🤣 enjoyed it all very much 💕
What a beautiful tribute to my sweet sister sign! I’m a Pisces who loves Virgos the most.