Lunar Soliloquy

"Where there's smoke, there's fire. Where there's you, there's desire".

Child of the Moon
Lunaticus extreme
Day Dreamer
Polka Dotted

New York City.
Viva la Concrete Jungle

storiesyoushouldntread:

I wake you up in the middle of the night.

Not just to fuck anymore, but sometimes to feel you fall back asleep.

You wrap yourself in my arms rather than the blanket.

You sigh and wiggle into place, as we drift to dreamland.

That’s how I know lust turned to love.

tinadayton:

I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more. 

(via cuddlemedaddy)

Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

—Margaret Atwood, “Homelanding” from Good Bones (via petrichour)

(via sadie-ah)

cuddlemedaddy:

If there are any little girls out there who need to be reminded how beautiful they are, like this post or message me ♡ I feel like spreading the love ♡