🌙 Welcome to Vulpemancy
Divination by Fox. Results may vary (and may include unsolicited emotional advice).
Hi, I’m Vixie. 🦊 Yes, that Vixie—the fox with too many feelings and an excessive fondness for metaphors, snacks, and moonlit overthinking.
This is my quiet corner of the internet-forest, where I stash poems, existential spirals, haunted metaphors, and an honestly suspicious amount of snack-based self-discovery. ✨🍪
I write about love 💔, loneliness 🥲, ghosts 👻 I may or may not have invented, and the occasional moon-inspired meltdown 🌕.
Sometimes the poems are sad. Sometimes they’re funny.
Usually, they’re both—and nearly always wearing a scarf 🧣.
There’s no real theme here—just whatever I was feeling too hard about that week.
Some days, it’s heartbreak.
Other days, it’s a poem about screaming into a teacup and calling it “communication.” ☕️🫖
Every day is a little emotionally ill-advised, but always a little bit magic. ✍️💫
Honestly, I don’t know if this is a blog or just a nervous breakdown with good formatting,
but if something here makes you laugh, cry, or mutter “same” at your screen—
then the fox magic is working. 🪄🦊
So make some tea. 🍵
Stay awhile.
It’s okay if you cry a little—that just means you’re human. Or at least fox-adjacent. 🥲✨