god i love her. she waves at strangers who say goodmorning to her, and cryes in the holy bright of moon. she’s the carie in my mouth that i’ll never spit out, the cancer in my brain that makes my mind spin with holy visions.
tumblr // saiba 1858 // crying for the moon, francis ferdinand maurice cook // pretty guardian sailor moon // ah, moon—and star!, emily dickinson // why not, loona // richard siken // theseafiles // two girls on a veranda beside a stream with the moon, suzuki harunobu // rumi
