Literally me. Also I’ve been called an alien multiple, multiple times. First by some random male psychic who saw me smoking weed before boarding the 2 train, on 96th street. It was ten years ago. “You’re a starseed, one day you’ll know what that means,” he said. I kept it mind, as he’d told me other truths he had no way of knowing.
The second and third times I’ve been called an alien were by co-workers. Quinn told me I look like a hot alien stripper (still don’t know how to feel about this). The other just said it out of nowhere, at the beach. I think it’s my large eyes tbh. What beliefs have I fucked up so far? I have more coming. Via: Kait.Intuitive