About

Hi, I’m Maggie.

I started this site in 2019 after waking up at 4:44 a.m. for three weeks straight and making the mistake of googling it. Everything I found was either obviously written by a robot or trying to sell me a $200 abundance course. So I started keeping my own notes, mostly so I’d stop texting my sister screenshots of my alarm clock.

Those notes turned into this.

I’ve read tarot since college — badly at first, on a deck I stole from my roommate. (Sorry, Beth. It’s been fourteen years. I’m keeping it.) Dreams came later, after a therapist told me to keep a journal and I got carried away. The zodiac stuff is my mom’s fault. She’s a Scorpio. Enough said.

Around here you’ll find what your angel number might actually mean, what a tarot card means before you panic about it (the Death card is fine, I promise), why you dreamed your teeth fell out, and whether you and your Gemini should really sign that lease.

You won’t find doom predictions, love spells, or me pretending a number on a receipt can replace a therapist. This is for reflection and, honestly, fun. If a card ever tells you to quit your job, please also ask a human with a spreadsheet before you do it.

Got a dream too weird to tell anyone you actually know? My inbox is open. I read everything — usually late, usually with tea.

— Maggie