moonchild

A hopeless romantic with a hope of doing better everyday.🪐☁️

[cherryblossomsonabreeze]

Do you know what it feels like to be this romantic?

Do you know what it feels like to be just completely soaked with love but still only wring it out of your veins like a sponge to give to others to drink. This love I receive is hardly for me, it’s always only ever been for others - for those that I love. This love you’ve given me has always hardly been for me. It’s always only been for you. It’ll always come back to you. Maybe not in the ways you gave it to me, but one way or another, it gets back to you.

I don’t know how to keep it. I don’t know what to do with it if I can’t give it back.

It feels like acid rain sometimes. To touch the grooves left behind - the shapes that were seared into the heart, you can’t get rid of those easily.

But what about you?

Did the love I kept pouring back to you - did you keep any of it for yourself? Did it burn you the same way it burnt me? Did you put it to good use? Or was it all just a waste of time and energy because you couldn’t drink any of it without it tasting bitter.

So is that bitterness my fault or yours? Was it my love for you or was it your fucked up tastebuds.

Or did you pour all of my hard work, blood, sweat, and tears - rivers of them - into the ocean you live next to.

[aasthamoon]

If obsession is a sin, then my ribs are already a cathedral of it.

[queenbeegamer]

"Five months later"

I don’t hate you—

or maybe I wish I did.

Maybe hatred would be easier

than carrying the ghost of your name

in every quiet room I enter.

Maybe I wish the thoughts of you

would scatter into the wind

the same way your loving touch

faded from my skin—

slowly,

then all at once.

It’s been five months,

yet you still live in my mind

like you never packed your things and left.

Your laughter still echoes in the kitchen,

your shadow still lingers

in the side of my bed that stays cold now.

But I suppose five months

cannot erase five years.

Five years of intertwined hands,

shared coffee cups,

late-night promises whispered

like prayers against each other’s lips.

Five years of learning

the map of your body

better than my own.

Five years of believing

that forever sounded most beautiful

when spoken in your voice.

And now the memories rush through me

like a river after heavy rain—

violent, endless,

drowning out everything else.

The good moments hurt the most.

I remember the way you smiled at me

when you thought I wasn’t looking.

The absentminded touches.

The way love felt so natural with you

that I forgot there was a world

outside of us.

Now I carry silence instead.

A deafening kind of silence

that fills every corner of my life.

And some nights I still reach for my phone

wanting to tell you something small—

something meaningless,

like how the sunset looked your favorite color

or how I heard a song

that sounded like home.

But grief is strange.

It teaches you how to hold conversations

with people who no longer stay.

I don’t hate you.

I think that’s the problem.

Because hate burns hot and fast,

but love—

love lingers.

It settles into the bones,

into the bloodstream,

into the softest parts of you,

and refuses to leave

even when the person does.

[queenbeegamer]

"Five months later"

I don’t hate you—

or maybe I wish I did.

Maybe hatred would be easier

than carrying the ghost of your name

in every quiet room I enter.

Maybe I wish the thoughts of you

would scatter into the wind

the same way your loving touch

faded from my skin—

slowly,

then all at once.

It’s been five months,

yet you still live in my mind

like you never packed your things and left.

Your laughter still echoes in the kitchen,

your shadow still lingers

in the side of my bed that stays cold now.

But I suppose five months

cannot erase five years.

Five years of intertwined hands,

shared coffee cups,

late-night promises whispered

like prayers against each other’s lips.

Five years of learning

the map of your body

better than my own.

Five years of believing

that forever sounded most beautiful

when spoken in your voice.

And now the memories rush through me

like a river after heavy rain—

violent, endless,

drowning out everything else.

The good moments hurt the most.

I remember the way you smiled at me

when you thought I wasn’t looking.

The absentminded touches.

The way love felt so natural with you

that I forgot there was a world

outside of us.

Now I carry silence instead.

A deafening kind of silence

that fills every corner of my life.

And some nights I still reach for my phone

wanting to tell you something small—

something meaningless,

like how the sunset looked your favorite color

or how I heard a song

that sounded like home.

But grief is strange.

It teaches you how to hold conversations

with people who no longer stay.

I don’t hate you.

I think that’s the problem.

Because hate burns hot and fast,

but love—

love lingers.

It settles into the bones,

into the bloodstream,

into the softest parts of you,

and refuses to leave

even when the person does.

[view-from-up-here]

[allieargents]

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprised

[girlonabreak]

the most masculine quality in a man is his ability to be soft and gentle with you

[aasthamoon]

i'm afraid to admit i was born to die with a smile blowing out my face i don't have that much to offer you except these lines tangled in the branches

i said our names together a thousand times before i even thought of saying hello but we didn't have a rhythm nor a rhyme but still i'd give you every minute of my time

i'd pluck your eye out of your socket and hold it against mine, as we blink together seeing your pupils constrict in the light and i know everything you ever were now

i'm here waiting for my name on your breath my long and useless arms restrained in hangers maybe i was seeing how your clothes fit my size sorry to say they slipped right off this time

[batailles]

[solsticelosthermind]

I know this is a deeply American thing to say but I am begging everyone to stay the fuck away from military recruiters. Especially high school kids. You are going to be seeing an unholy amount of them in schools or around schools or literally anywhere kids are known to congregate. THIS INCLUDES ALL FORMS OF ROTC. Stay the fuck away from military recruiters. As someone who’s familiar with entirely too many branches through entirely too many friends and family, including my partner, recruiters are authorized to say literally any fucking thing they think will make you sign on that line. They cannot and will not deliver on those promises. They need bodies for the war they’re pretending is only now starting up again. That’s all you are. A body. Stay the FUCK away from the military.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

RECRUITERS LIE

[joonie-joon]

BTS NSFW CLIPS. 18+ NO MINORS.

Watch at your own risk. Clips are not mine. No warnings.

Namjoon: even if you’re riding him, he’s always in control. He loves it, but he needs to make sure you know who’s boss. His hand gripping your thigh and ass tight to lift you up and slam you back down on his thick cock just how he wants you and just how he knows you like it,

Jin: the eldest one may surprise you the most, enjoying submitting to you every once in a while when he wants a change. He loves being tied up and under your control, writhing in his restraints as you overstimulate him with your vibrator that he normally uses on you.

Yoongi: the king of tease. He will have you spread on his lap to graze your pussy with his fingers but not give you the pressure you need. You’ll be whimpering and begging. Desperately grinding against him while he doesn’t pay any mind, continuing his games until you’re soaked.

Hoseok: subby boy Hobi with a secret cock piercing enjoys having toys used on him. He cries out like he can’t take it anymore after he cums but really, when he’s shaking and overstimulated, it’s his favorite part. He can do it over and over again.

Jimin: gets hard as fuck when you grind on his face, his perfectly sized cock standing at attention. You bend down and slip it down your throat. The thrusts of your hips making it easy to slip him in and out of your bobbing mouth.

Tae: you love his long and beautiful fingers. They know just how to curve inside of you, and you let him use them wherever and whenever. He’s not afraid to spread you open and get you off in the most risky of places. Making you make a mess when he curved them up against your g-spot, making you gush.

Jungkook: he can’t wait to get you home after the club, ripping your tights straight off of you, starving. You already knew it was pointless to wear panties. This is how every night with him ended. He couldn’t get enough of you, and his tongue never disappointed.

[aasthamoon]

"I swear moon reminded me of you" i said to which he retorted "are there anything else that reminds you of me? and aren't you moon yourself."

Oh! Boi...this man got me thinking...and i fell into an Abyss of thoughts and all of a sudden Snapped out of it by the smell of freshly brewing coffee from a nearby cafè.

I heard children laughing, there were couple holding hands and walking in the park, some were ig scared of getting caught so they were cautious these kids now a days, i saw an elderly man buying flowers for his wife who was sitting on a bench in the park, I saw the river side, i saw the cars maintaining a symmetry and going to their homes making a red- yellow trails, i saw buildings which looked like fireflies stuffed in a jar but in an arranged manner, i could feel the winds blowing and i could sense his calm kind eyes on me, waiting patiently for an answer.

Or maybe not, because he tucked a few midnight strands of my hair behind my ear and said "maybe i got my answer".

I felt defeated by my own tounge, "no no wait lemme wordify it....ok so..."

He stopped me and said, " i followed your eyes, they Started with me and you know where they trailed to?"

I nodded a no in desperation and anxiousness,

"me. And this is the best way anyone can ever describe me."

"I'm you, a reflection of your love, love!"

He caressed my cheeks and stood up.

"Coffee?"

I smiled at him. He knows our order 1 iced Americano and 1 hazelnut cappachino.

I saw him leaving for our orders and sat there Just to thank life and universe for him.

Because it's at that very place infront of me near the river bank, on a snowfall evening we met.

We stumbled upon on e/o and accidentally spilled our "iced Americano and hazelnut cappachino

[gobloggirl]

[stalgivc]

[theconcealedweapon]

[greelin]

[EXTREMELY HAUNTED & HOLLOW-EYED LOOK] yeah man i’m doing. Really good

[cyrusk]

Life has a cruel sense of humour.

It crowns you at noon,

and by dusk

you are a footnote

misprinted in someone else’s memory.

You walk as though the earth tilts for your footsteps,

yet the earth has buried kings

who thought the same.

You are a chapter.

In one book,

you are the hero,

all light and trembling bravery.

In another,

you are the villain,

the quiet arsonist of someone’s heaven,

the hand that struck the match

and called it warmth.

But in most…

you are not even ink.

The universe does not pause

when your heart breaks.

The stars do not dim

because your name is forgotten.

We are sparks

arguing with the sun

about our brightness.

Dust with ambition.

Breath pretending to be permanent.

Stardust maybe..

..but still only dust.

-Cyrus K.

[ruielthecreatorofideas]

If the Worlds Destroyed Me Properly

Would I be a different person if I didn't have this fate?

Would it be a kind of assurance if she had been too late?

Or if she had been too early what difference would it make?

What if I decided that I didn't want to give, but instead just take?

What if I died before my expiration date?

What if I left that planet before it was too late?

What if I never fell in love with him and the children were never born?

What if I left as a woman scorned?

What if I wasn't so naive and the first one never existed?

What if my death was not due to resistance?

What if none of this happened, what kind of angel would I be?

It feels strange to think about these things with my history

But if my worlds destroyed me properly

I wouldn't even be

The thoughts in my head and the words that I speak

Come from thoughts of others whose lives seemed so bleak

And yet they are me and I was them

I don't know why I think about this all instead

You don't know what I know and it's better that way

Because it makes it easier to misunderstand what I say