moonlight poetry

t / she/her / queer / this blog is basically a collection of things i enjoy ☀️✨🌙 poetry, web weavings, art, some of my own stuff too 🌻

[maureen2musings]

thechillpsycho photography

[heavensghost]

the memory hurts but does me no harm

[scribeherself]

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

[shisasan]

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

[heavensghost]

Words by Chen Chen

[loveridden1999]

adult grief by louise glück

[saltair-and-webweaves]

I wonder if you wish for a different daughter instead of me. - user jay says on medium/twenty - silas melvin/@/eternaldroplets on twitter/if my body could speak - blythe baird/mother - maia baia/home is not a country; "mama" - safia elhillo/acts of desperation - megan nolan

[blossomfully]

Being in your twenties is feeling like time is running out / wanting to do something with your life but not knowing what / is like falling in love and not knowing whether it will last / because the last time it didn’t / is getting pangs of emotions you thought you’d left behind when you turned 19 / is rewatching cartoons at 1am and realising you missed so many of the jokes as a kid / is romanticising tiny apartments / or any space to call your own / is reaching out to old friends / with no good excuse / is getting on a plane for a second chance / and finally forgiving because now you understand / is unravelling and not knowing if it means you’ll disappear / and losing faith and believing in fate and whispering clichés, head pressed into a pillow one weekend, hoping

[sapphicrs]

[manourfi]

Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question

[stitchnknit]

This yarn came from sheep raised in New Zealand and was spun by a woman in Peru. The pattern was created by someone in Germany. My needles were made by a craftsman in China and my stitchmarkers came from the lady at the local fiber festival.

I may have knit this sweater but it contains the souls of people from around the world.

[firstfullmoon]

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

[glimpsesofpeaceful]

ig credit: coldoctober

[pnglove]

wax seal stamp pngs ♡

[minervaasworld]

[soracities]

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

[soracities]

"anything worth doing is worth doing badly"............."not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph"......goodnight (it's noon)

[nevver]

Look through any window, Paloma Salgado Díaz

[paper-wounds]