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the moon called, she wants her glow back and she knows you’re the one who stole it. see, i know you get lonely at night and her showing off helps nothing, being purely alone in the vastness of black never once doubting her magnificence

God was thinking of her when He created that chalky heart of yours chipping away with every touch surrounded by space and not enough love

i don’t know how she does it stares at the world like one big eye in the evening hues, never seeing passed the dusk of blue, we dance, we drink, we celebrate everything and nothing and she watches above and never once aches to fall upon us

the moon called, she wants her glow back but don’t listen to her. it’s old news to pity yourself. it’s not trendy to hate existing. reflect her sparkle, she’s our soul’s mirror

i find her bravery fascinating, follow her example. you might be swallowed in your own darkness just like her, but don’t question your beauty nor covet the other person, just do what you were created to do, shine upon the world with confidence

[heldinhishands]

the moon called, she wants her glow back and she knows you’re the one who stole it. see, i know you get lonely at night and her showing off helps nothing, being purely alone in the vastness of black never once doubting her magnificence

God was thinking of her when He created that chalky heart of yours chipping away with every touch surrounded by space and not enough love

i don’t know how she does it stares at the world like one big eye in the evening hues, never seeing passed the dusk of blue, we dance, we drink, we celebrate everything and nothing and she watches above and never once aches to fall upon us

the moon called, she wants her glow back but don’t listen to her. it’s old news to pity yourself. it’s not trendy to hate existing. reflect her sparkle, she’s our soul’s mirror

i find her bravery fascinating, follow her example. you might be swallowed in your own darkness just like her, but don’t question your beauty nor covet the other person, just do what you were created to do, shine upon the world with confidence

[descendingconstellations]

And I’m so tired and so alone, this emptiness inside just won’t go, like vacant volcanos, inside of my heart, I can’t find that one thing I need, that little spark. What do you do, when you look at the fluorescent sun, but feel no warmth? What do you do, when paper hearts refuse to beat, but won’t be torn? What do you do when you feel nothing? ‘cause right now, I’m all out of matches, and my blades are too dull, but I’d die to feel anything, even if it burnt through my soul. What do I do, when these descending constellations, follow me home, but stop before they crash down on me, and leave me so cold? Is it ‘cause my heart’s as black as the road that I walk on? Or because to them I’m already gone? Why can’t I feel, your lips on mine? Did I possibly lose too much blood this time? Am I dead? ‘Cause I’m seeing in gray and I can’t hear the voices in my head. All I’ve been doing, is floating through walls, and watching drunk lovers, stumble down the halls, but they don’t see me, and they don’t care, am I that unappealing? Or am I not there? And that scares me the most, I fear I’ve become a ghost. I guess I was dead and alone in life, but at least I had monsters in my head, to keep me company in my mortal strife. At least before I had a chance, now it’s impossible for me to live, to find romance. This was suicide, this was a war, this is the moment I got, exactly what I asked for.

(via descendingconstellations)

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