Welcome
cosmic deli
to The
“Astrology served fresh, no bologna.”
The deli is cosmic, the advice is fresh.
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The stars are gossiping, I just translate.
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North Node: the scary dish you secretly want.
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The deli is cosmic, the advice is fresh. ✦ The stars are gossiping, I just translate. ✦ North Node: the scary dish you secretly want. ✦
Understand your patterns & where you’re stuck,
then roll your eyes, and tell your doubt:
“Go get a knish, I’m busy living my life.”
Astrology
sliced fresh No bullshit, no substitutions.
An astrology chart reading flips the lights on in the deli.
You see what’s on the shelves, what’s past its expiration date,
and what’s prime brisket.
Astrology lets you blast past mental roadblocks so you can say:
“Fuck you, small self—we’re going big in this life.”
Who’s the freak Yelling About Planets
Behind the DELI Counter?
Hi, I’m Adina. I read charts like they’re sandwich tickets. You hand me your birth date, time, and place, and I slice it thin, stack it high, and serve you the truth with a side of pickles.
I’m not here to sell you crystals or make you chant under the moonlight, though you do you. I’m here to show you how your chart explains your quirks, your blind spots, and your power, so you can stop self-sabotaging and expand into your greatness.
Astrology, deli-style: no nonsense, plenty of flavor, and always served fresh.
If the stars give you lemons, make lemon seltzer.
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We don’t slice bread, we slice egos.
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Venus says that's sexy. The deli says take a number.
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If the stars give you lemons, make lemon seltzer. ✦ We don’t slice bread, we slice egos. ✦ Venus says that's sexy. The deli says take a number. ✦
I can’t hear you, shout over the counter
Manifestation is just quantum white fish salad.
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Reality is fake, but the bagels are real.
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Venus is horny, hand her a gin and tonic.
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Manifestation is just quantum white fish salad. ✦ Reality is fake, but the bagels are real. ✦ Venus is horny, hand her a gin and tonic. ✦