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Let’s have a picnic in the sun with champagne and raspberries

i want nothing more in this life than to look at the moon with my lover while i quietly recite my favorite poems to them

girls will see the moon everyday and be like MOON!!!?!!!?!!?!!?

Moonlight is so pure and clean that it feels like a gift.

“With her white hair and her white dress she was so white that she looked silver.”

— Sylvia Plath

“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

“The moon knows, and the trees.”

— George MacDonald, from “The Haunted House, This Must Be The Very Night” (via niimph)

“She wants her cup of stars.”

— Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (via goodbyedreamland)

“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! […] She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.”

— Anne Sexton, from “The Black Art,” published in Poetry (August 1962).

“Thank you for the walks under the moon.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “I’m Glad Your Sickness,”

“When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn’t want to drown anymore.”

— Marilyn Manson

She's my everything.

I always knew that the love of my life was not a man, my eternal love is obviously my best friend.

“The moon is a curving flower of gold, The sky is still and blue; The moon was made for the sky to hold, And I for you. The moon is a flower without a stem, The sky is luminous; Eternity was made for them, To-night for us.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Tonight; Love Songs: Poems, 1917

“Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.”

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

“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

“White butterfly of my dark dreams,”

— Gane Todorovski, from A White Butterfly I Called My Love; Reading the Ashes: An Anthology of the Poetry of Modern Macedonia (ed. by Milne Holton & Graham W. Reid)

the moon controlling the tides sounds like something out of a fantasy novel and yet…there she is…doing That…every day…

Whatever. *disappears into the fog on my ship never to be heard of again except in legend*

sad that I’m not living in an enchanted forest

“It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.”

— Barbara Kingsolver  (via lesgardenias)

“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”

— E.E. Cummings

“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 need to put a slice of moon in my mouth like a cold fruit

“Not every girl survives the forest.

Sometimes she becomes it.”

Catherine Garbinsky, The Princess & the Thorns

“Now when I say come, and you enter the woods, hunting some creature like the woman I was, I surround you.”

Louise Erdrich, The Woods

I have decided that I am incompatible with this reality. Meet me in a parallel universe.

If i were in a high fantasy setting i’d be corrupted by the allure of ancient and forbidden magicks SO quickly you have no idea

“I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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

The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world