whenever I’m traveling I always get tripped out at the fact that this is someone’s actual hometown like they know every back road and how to get everywhere and they’ve probably had tons of memories in this city
but I’m just someone passing by
[new moon]
Moon girl is breath and curve. She catches light and throws it back to the universe. You see her and tremble, falling, as she once must have done from some heavenly place.[waxing crescent]
Moon girl is wild. You follow her into the forest where she steps barefoot into a stream and takes your hand, water swirling over her feet and hers. She talks about roots and branches and flight. You are in love.[first quarter]
Moon girl is dancing. Moving her body, dynamic, unpracticed elegance, shaping space, graceful, unafraid of audience, unafraid of pause, unafraid to bend and swish and rise, flying, electric, boundless. She gets everywhere. In your morning tea, clouds, April storms, wrapped in sparkling strung-out melodies, and especially in your head. You dream of waist, skin, movement holding her and warmth, closeness, desire kissing her and your heart burns soft inside your chest, a lantern lit by lunar beams.[waxing gibbous]
Moon girl gives you violets. You give her your hands, open; your heart, open; your soul, open. You give her everything, or you try.[full moon]
Moon girl is with you, always, this silver fire here in the filth and blood and terror, head on your shoulder, palm on your skin, speaking to you in ways language cannot, grounding you, saving you, saying your name, holy, lifting you up, repeated tenderness, voice low, eyes deep, glorious, and she is steel, she is iron, she is endless.[waning gibbous]
Moon girl smiling. Moon girl watching. Moon girl brave. Moon girl rough and sweet. Moon girl creating. Moon girl radiating. Moon girl moving, toward you.Moon girl.
Moon girl.
Moon girl.
whenever I’m traveling I always get tripped out at the fact that this is someone’s actual hometown like they know every back road and how to get everywhere and they’ve probably had tons of memories in this city
but I’m just someone passing by
THIS.
when you’re kissing a girl and pull back for a second just to take her in and can’t help but smile then she laughs a little and blushes before asking you “what?” except she’s just so damn beautiful that you can’t even begin explaining to her how badly you ache for her lips and soul so you simply kiss her again.. yeah i want that right now
Flower field wanderin’
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come as you are, come with the stars coating your tongue and laughter sitting in your mouth like a moonrise over a mountain. i love you how you’re half garden and half landscape and whole forest beside the lake. we’ll love like nature and get tangled like branches and chew each other’s weak bird necks until one of us melts or we both do. i want to find your lips against mine and hum against them and dance against you like bumblebees do. i want to find you. i want to pull you out of the mud where your mother buried you. we’ll be like carrots and turnips and bitter roots. when you come back around, if you come back around, come bearing the night sky in a shawl and i’ll wrap myself up in it and tell you the story i made up about the lion who carries the galaxy in her jaws and the dawn who was her dead lover, come and we’ll act out that whole tiny mythology where you will breathe over me and covet every tiny color that our pitiful human eyes can see. our hands will press together like tectonic plates and we’ll converge on the kitchen floor until our breath like a butterfly’s wing makes a squall out there on the ocean and i will hope that somebody sees the choppy waves and knows that they were caused by two lonely hearts, the one who waited and the one who came home.
are you an ocean or forest person? are you an ice cream or slushie person? are you a sunrise or sunset person?
I need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half
I want to move to a forest. Can anyone rec some good forests I can live on the edge of? maybe a river nearby? Looking for a place where the fog will roll in at about 7 am, when I am taking my daily walks
a liquid sunset
honeycomb
angel wings
sea silk
a river nymph
a plush bunny
peach nectar
a forest faery
