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Moonbows
A moonbow, also known as a lunar rainbow or white rainbow, is a rainbow created by moonlight rather than sunlight. It's formed when light from the moon refracts and reflects off water droplets, like those in rain or mist, creating a visible arc of light in the sky. Moonbows are generally fainter and less colorful than regular rainbows, and they are much rarer due to the need for specific conditions like a full or near-full moon, clear skies, and dark skies.
wish i was kissing you instead of thinking about you
me pretending my enormous feelings arent crushing me to death and carrying out routine tasks that are good for my health and longevity
You don’t owe anyone a perfect story.
Maybe you forgot the exact date. Maybe your memory skips or rewinds. Maybe you didn’t document it. Maybe you didn’t tell anyone right away. Maybe you still don’t know what words to use.
That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. That doesn’t mean you’re lying. That doesn’t mean your story doesn’t count.
What happened is real. Even if it’s messy. Especially if it’s messy.
what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
— Warsan Shire
you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?
let’s just take a couch nap, share a blanket, and feel safe together
Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"