[raiain]

the moon asks a question by dirgewithoutmusic

illustrated by purutsukid

[moonpoetry]

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mark is darkness in its most comforting form known to lovesick souls; he is a song played at 4am, the reflection of stars in the calmest waters, the innocent intimacy of hands that fit together perfectly like they were made for each other. his kisses are soft on your skin, carving a gentle lover's melody - tonight too, you are safe in my arms

[artalien-jpg]

Magic Windmills… Albert Dros

[naturalcottage]

[moonpoetry]

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haechan's skin shines like sapphires underneath the moonlight glow on a silent night - his voice and the whispers of the ocean are the only sounds to be heard as your heartbeat dances along to the rhythms of his own

[sagebetweenthepages]

[moonpoetry]

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seven best friends that feel like the sun on a calm summer day, or like the rainbow after a rainstorm? together forever as if destiny has placed her hands upon them and wished for their happiness

[moonpoetry]

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jaemin's lips tickle your skin with softness and sugary residue like chocolate on easter day. being next to him is a song you'll never get tired of singing - and when moonlight touches the dance floor of your living room he holds you like there's no tomorrow

"dance with me" he says, and you think you might fall in love all over again

[angelic-alluring]

[moonpoetry]

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you catch the way sunlight bounces off of haechan's skin and pools in his palms that hold you with upmost devotion. the golden boy showers you with warmth and softness like you've never seen - surely he's softer than the rays of light themselves. an angelic graze or the dance of his lips on your skin? every little touch brings you back to an idyllic summer sunset

[hayliehearts]

faeries live here

gifs are mine~

[rocksong]

a dainty chain, it’s a classic staple.

[twofoolsiknow]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.”

— Melissa Broder, from “Life without Longing,” The New York Times (9 February 2019) 

[intimatesuggestions]

are you a stay in or go out kind of person? a making playlists for your partner or singing songs for them kind of person? a long drives or long walks together kind of person? a rose or carnation kind of person? a hugs or a kisses kind of person? an intertwining fingers or a locked palms kind of person?

[moonpoetry]

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a plethora of stars pool in your eyes reflecting the unreachable unknown above and mark's breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, more beautiful than he has ever seen you. his mind races, too quick to stop and disclose his thoughts though one is louder than the others - one that's shared between two wishful lovers

can you hold me tight like it's my last day on earth and you may never find a soul quite like mine in any other lifetime?

[expressions-of-nature]

Greece by Dimitris Tamvakos