Little Moon

🔥•vintage style•tattooed•🌙 •Toronto•queer•witch•she/her •jazz & cabaret singer• ✨Old Hollywood glamour✨ •masochist•submissive• •Daddy's girl• •law graduate•beauty professional•

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Treat yourself with respect. If you need to take time out to become strong again, then give yourself permission to do that.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[alwaysmarilynmonroe]

Marilyn in 1955.

[sunpills]

[jackemus]

[wavejumper]

[bnmxfld]

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i want real, genuine love…

“drive home safe”, mindlessly reaching out to hold your hand, a tired but happy kiss good night, “how was your day?”, get excited to see a new movie, complain about people, run errands together, meet the family, talk about the future, “text me when you get home”, brag about you to my friends, random little thoughtful gestures, make up after fights, tell me when i’m being stupid, smiling at dumb jokes, sending playlists, “miss you”, laugh until our stomachs hurt - love.

[hymnsofheresy]

“But it was a May afternoon and with its perfume the fresh air was an open flower. So she thought it was marvelous and strange to be walking the streets—with the wind ruffling her hair. She couldn’t remember when she’d last been alone, with just herself.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Stories; “Beauty and the Beast or a Wound too Great,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[tulip-doll]

Spring 💐🍰☕️🌸

[danger]

[shuhvon]

Straight dudes be like oh I’m supposed to wash my face? And change my shower curtain? And sweep my floor? And go to therapy? And not eat exclusively off plasticware in my own home? And wipe off my stovetop? And have seperate hand soap and body soap? Like shut the hell up and learn how to be a functional human without a girl teaching you everything I’m tired

[lorifornia]

He wouldn’t tell me her name because it didn’t matter and because we were “on a break.” If it didn’t matter, why the secrecy?

But he always had his secrets and half-truths, it made it easier to leave when you added them all up. 

Leave and not feel bad about leaving. 

I got secrets of my own. Little secrets that didn’t matter until they did. Little secrets that grew arms and legs and started whispering promises of a life that didn’t have all those things that I had. Little secrets that hold your hand too long and whispers things your husband can’t say like, “I miss you when we’re not together.” or “I want you.”

You know when you start falling out of love? It’s when you don’t wonder what their secrets are anymore. When you don’t care if they’re telling a lie or saying the truth. When they don’t come home and what you feel isn’t worry, but relief. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“A little madness in the spring is wholesome,”

— Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson; “A Little Madness,”

[positiveautistic-deactivated202]

Accept that you deserve more

than painful love

life is moving

the healthiest thing

for your heart is

to move with it

[silent-films]

Torrent, 1926.

[spacemangotart]

You know, most of the time is not even about sex

It’s about slow dancing sleepily in the kitchen, out of time and out of tune, at 1am in our pyjamas and unpaired socks because one (or both) of us cannot sleep…

It’s about feeling the heat from their skin when they just got out of the shower…

It’s about fighting for the last muffin, win the fight, to then share the muffin just to see their face light up…

It’s about laying on top of each other, under the covers, with the window open on a grey rainy day, because it’s just too perfect to get up…

It’s about us both coming exhausted from our horrendous shitty days, to just order junk food to eat in front of a shitty TV program in our underwear or birthday suit…

It’s about acting as their pillow when they are exhausted…

It’s about they getting the spider out of the bathroom because I absolutely refuse to get in there and get rid of it because I’m scared of it…

It’s about laughing with each other about some stupid shit…

It’s about slapping each others butt when you cross in the kitchen while you are cooking lunch aka making a mess in the kitchen just for cereals…

It’s about holding hands, entwining fingers, butterfly kisses on the forehead and on the knuckles…

It’s about laying naked just because it feels nice to have someone warm near…

It’s about a lot of little things…

It’s about emotional connection…

But it’s almost never about sex…

[breatheyonthebits]

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