Tag: astrology heartbreak
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Moon conjunct Venus – Dreams taste sweeter than reality.
Moon conjunct Venus moves the heart gently. Emotions feel deep and tender. Desire is vivid, yet quiet. Secret crushes linger in hidden corners. They exist in imagination, unspoken, unseen. Dreams taste sweeter than reality. Attraction feels magical and almost sacred. The heart observes more than pursues. A crush may be distant or unreachable. Even fleeting…
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Ketu in 12th = Detachment fuels longing.
Ketu in the twelfth moves quietly. It brings detachment and inward focus. Desire exists but pushes outward rarely. Longing feels subtle, deep, reflective, constant. Secret crushes linger in silent minds. They are felt but rarely expressed. Attraction feels spiritual, untouchable, distant, mysterious. The person may remain always unavailable. The heart observes more than pursues. Desire…
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Rahu in 12th = Obsession hidden, adrenaline high.
Rahu in the twelfth house stirs. Desire hides in quiet shadows. Longing moves without being seen. Obsession grows in secret corners. The heart races silently. Thoughts replay what cannot speak. Secret crushes feel urgent and forbidden. They appear distant, sometimes unreachable. The pull is magnetic, strange. Nothing about it is simple. Every glance carries unspoken…
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Saturn in 12th = Crush in shadows, lessons in patience.
Saturn in the twelfth house is quiet. It sits in shadows, slow and heavy. Here, discipline meets secrets. Structure dissolves into the hidden world. Saturn does not rush. It waits. It teaches patience where love feels unseen. A secret crush grows differently here. It does not move quickly. It lingers in silence. Words feel locked…
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Jupiter in 12th = Luck loves secrecy… and heartbreak.
Jupiter in the twelfth house whispers. Fortune hides where eyes cannot reach. Luck appears through secrets and silence. Dreams become doors to hidden blessings. Yet joy carries a shadowed weight. Love blooms quietly, then aches softly. Secret crushes feel natural, even safe. The heart guards feelings behind curtains. Silence becomes comfort, almost protective armor. Fantasy…
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Mula love cuts deep. And leaves you wondering why.
Mula love doesn’t arrive with calm. It storms in, uninvited, all-consuming. You feel it before it speaks. It stirs something older than memory. You don’t fall—you are taken. It grips you with strange gravity. The eyes feel familiar, dangerously so. The timing feels wrong but fated. You lean in. You don’t resist. It feels deep,…