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With human hearts so fragile

and so many intent on breaking them,

it’s no wonder our bodies cage them up inside.

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Dear Man on the Moon

who sits in a crater:

I’ve always wondered, your meals…

are they homemade or catered?

I cannot imagine

there’s much you can do

so far out in space

but admire the view.

At least planets are close

and the stars are near by,

so you’re not quite abandoned

all alone in the sky.

But is there something you long for?

Anything we can send?

Don’t you get kind of lonely?

I could find you a friend…

I’ve heard of some men

who have walked on the moon!

I can ask down at NASA

if they’re going back soon.

Maybe they’ll take me

and I can meet you someday.

Or some night if that’s better,

so you don’t hide away.

Until then I’ll just write you

so you don’t feel alone.

And I’ll wave to you

out my window,

at bedtime,

at home.

[rachaellouisewriting]

Never be so in love with the moon

that you forget to appreciate the stars around you

and the universe within you.

- // in the night, it is not all darkness.

r.l.w

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Maybe it’s because I’m sitting in my jammies looking out my window at perfectly blue skies and listening to 90s bops at full volume and talking to wonderful people and drinking a lovely cup of tea after drinking many lovely ciders with other wonderful people last night after smashing it at work presentations last week but I feel like happiness is genuinely, slowly, really really creeping back into my veins. 🥰

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I don’t have to be a superhero,

I don’t want to save the world,

I just want to try and save you,

I want to try and be that girl -

the one you long for when your world is burning up around your feet,

when the flames keep reaching higher

and you cannot stand the heat.

I will bring the waves to soothe you,

let them wash the warmth from all your scars

and when the thick, black smoke surrounds you,

in the dark, I’ll be your stars.

I don’t need to own a cape,

I don’t want to fly or soar,

I just want to make you feel things

that you’ve never felt before.

Let me show you that you’re brave

and that you’re brilliant and you’re strong

and when you feel you’ve lost direction,

that you’re right where you belong.

You don’t need valleys to remind you of the heights you can achieve

and when you’ve forgot all your daydreams,

let me remind you to believe.

I know that you’ve been broken

and your trust’s been ripped apart,

but I will fight my hardest for you

and then be gentle with your heart.

I want to be your superhero,

let me try, I feel compelled -

please let me try and save you

when you cannot save yourself.

- // superhero.

r.l.w

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When the dark feels suffocating

show me the stars.

When my heart feels wounded

remind me that scars

are signs of resilience -

of strength that we bare,

and when I feel I’m alone 

remind me you’re there.

When the path ahead is daunting,

be my compass and guide.

When I feel caged up and restless

will you run by my side?

Free the wild in my veins 

and the brave in my bones

and when I’m weary of running 

let me call you my home.

- // safety net.

r.l.w

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Do the things in life that make you feel like your favourite song is running through your veins.

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“If and when someone tells you “you’ve changed” remember that flowers bloom, golden leaves fall, snow melts and the sun sets and rises. There is immeasurable beauty in change.”

—

// humans are forever changing.

r.l.w

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Never expected this to get 1,000 notes. I remember writing this in my notes on my phone lying on my bed after having a mini-crisis about something irrelevant but I AM SO HAPPY people like it ❤️

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Dear Man on the Moon

who sits in a crater:

I’ve always wondered, your meals…

are they homemade or catered?

I cannot imagine

there’s much you can do

so far out in space

but admire the view.

At least planets are close

and the stars are near by,

so you’re not quite abandoned

all alone in the sky.

But is there something you long for?

Anything we can send?

Don’t you get kind of lonely?

I could find you a friend…

I’ve heard of some men

who have walked on the moon!

I can ask down at NASA

if they’re going back soon.

Maybe they’ll take me

and I can meet you someday.

Or some night if that’s better,

so you don’t hide away.

Until then I’ll just write you

so you don’t feel alone.

And I’ll wave to you

out my window,

at bedtime,

at home.

[rachaellouisewriting]

How beautiful it is

to be so much

and so little at the same time;

to be full of stardust and specks of universe

and yet,

to be a tiny speck on an orbiting rock in a universe

so vast

we may never know all the stars we are made of.

- // what it means to be human.

r.l.w

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Do not waste time watering weeds when there is an entire garden full of roses waiting to bloom for you.

- // your garden.

r.l.w

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I fell asleep on cotton and thread,

with dreams of galaxies in my head:

my eyelids shut, I swam through space

past moons and planets with ease and grace.

I dodged a comet, I sat on mars

I made a wish, chasing shooting stars.

Through Saturn’s rings I weaved and danced,

by Mercury’s flames I was entranced.

Although I fell asleep on cotton and thread,

I awoke with galaxies in my head -

I dreamed of floating through the air

and awoke with stardust in my hair.

- // when we dream of stars

r.l.w

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Accompanied in a dream last night

I was by fireflies alight -

they danced and flickered above my head

then slept beside me in my bed.

// - dreams.

r.l.w

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“Actions speak louder than words”

is one of the worst

things you can hear

when you’ve run out of tears

and there’s only one thing to which you can cling

and that is the words 

that help mask all the hurt,

but words are just letters - 

there’s only so far they can get us

so we should focus on actions 

and stop using words as distractions. 

// when everything has been said.

r.l.w.

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Do the things in life that make you feel like your favourite song is running through your veins.

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13, 40, 96?

Sorry I’m just seeing this now, and I don’t think it matches the current question list cause there’s no 96, but yolo.

Do you hate somebody right now? Im trying not to haaaate anyone, hate usually just hurts the person hating more than the person you hate so it’s pointless.

Have you ever walked outside completely naked? I don’t think so tbh, least clothes is probably like a bikini at the beach. Would have strutted about nakey if I’d got the chance to go to a nudist beach on my last holiday but it was a bit of a trek so, nope. I’d imagine it would be quite freeing!

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My Momma always said “life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get”. As a kid I was so proud of myself: I knew Momma wasn’t talking about chocolates, like the ones you get on Christmas. She was talking about people, but I liked the way she pretended she wasn’t. Some people could be sweet and creamy and talk so beautifully that their words would just melt in your mouth like soft praline. Other people could give off a certain appearance, like those chocolates that were golden with flakes on top; beautiful in a way you would stare at them an instant longer before biting… only to find out they weren’t chocolate through and through: they had a big, hard hazelnut hidden in their centre. Some people don’t like hazelnuts y’see so they might feel let down, lied to almost. Momma though, was a strawberry swirl coated in dark chocolate. She was delicate and soft and smelt divine and everybody loved her. My Momma the best chocolate in the box and I wasn’t going to share her with anyone.

- // r.l.w