How Do I Send Letters To The Moon I Want To Tell Her I Love Her

every shade of pink is so phenomenal

pink pink pink pink pink pink

if you are reading this i am sending you a small patch of sunlight for you to sit and relax on

Asako Eguchi

“The moon grows out of the hills A yellow flower, The lake is a dreamy bride Who waits her hour.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Stresa; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915

Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?

This album is my new personality.

*arrives at poetry reading* hi…where do the muses sit?

🌙✨

a reminder that you’re just like the moon you admire. you’re beautiful in all your phases 🌙🤍