Don't Ever Come Between A Girl And Her Favourite Band

The world can be cruel for teenage girls in their twenties

“You move like the moon.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “To Hölderlin” (via existential-celestial)

*goes out in the balcony to stare at the moon* hello lover

me: :(

the moon: 🌙

me: :)

I love you pre-Autumn. I love you first chilly night after a hot day. I love you first crunchy leaves on the ground while the trees are still green. I love you cicadas. I love you crickets. I love you dusk sneaking in earlier for the first time. I love you deep sigh of relief after summer.

the best thing about the moon and the sky and the stars is that while you can't ever take a picture of them that does them justice......you don't need to. they're gonna be there tomorrow

i cant make any posts the moon is way too bright and its distracting me

you are the moonlight

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

“I will gaze at the moon and cleanse my heart.”

— Zeami