“You Move Like The Moon.”

“For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.”

— Aleister Crowley, La Gitana   (via lavandula)

the holy trinity: beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart.

the moon knows.

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

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

*cuts up strawberries and shares them with you

Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home.

Unknown.

“I dreamed of the moon and the sun. I dreamed much and more. I remember being afraid that they had to live one without the other.”

— “Désirs du Soleil”, Flâneur, 2017

Me @ everyone: look at the moon