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My lovely.

“Woaah look at the moon” Me literally every night no matter what phase the moon is.

98% moondust 2% cute

“Flowers were her natural allies, like trees, fruit and animals—everything that grows, sways in the wind, bites and hides. She was one of them, on their side.”

— Violet Trefusis, from Broderie Anglaise

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.

Especially simping for the moon.

life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die

I respect the moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone

The moon just knows she’s gorgeous

how do i send letters to the moon i want to tell her i love her

due to personal reasons i will be ascending and living on the clouds.

i talk to plants and the moon. ୨୧