You guys are not the moon, but you're really breathtaking; and being uniquely flawed, y'all hold dear to me, darlings.


3am Thoughts

The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon forever ♾️💕

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night..

Wow the moon today ... 🌕

Gratitude

the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe

Sunrise 

It was only six o'clock, the night was already dark.
The fog, made thicker by its proximity, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish glow of lanterns and bars of light escaping from illuminated windows.

The road was soaked with rain and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, heavy with icy particles, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of a symphony whose bass was played by swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below. The evening lacked none of winter's rough poetry.

NIGHT SONGS TO APHRODITE

"Aphrodite," I pleaded to the moon drenched night sky.

"Tell me; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?"

From somewhere beyond the clouds,

I heard the Goddess laugh.

And I knew.

By Nikita Gill

(I think you were supposed to find you answer in this writing but i guess what the narrator was choosing wasn't love)

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