You Really Can’t Put Me In A Box And That’s What I Love Most About Myself.

“The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.”

— N.D. Wilson

think of me when the sky is pink

ヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+ stabs you cutely

“WHOA look at the moon”

— me literally every night no matter what phase the moon is in (via purple-space-freak)

me: :(

the moon: 🌙

me: :)

i really do it for the girls. specifically the girly girls.

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

changing every “i should have known better” to “i know better now”. i will not judge past versions of me through the lens of who i am now.

those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.