You call it light, but it might just be the darkness breaking free.

🌝

glanced at it twice and I’ve had a headache since

I miss you

Wake up 😝

Thank goodness for the pump, this mirror and my developing mastery of light

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.