#Moon Of My Life

[normani-kordei]

r.e.m beauty holiglitch collection

[knifefightandchill]

Major Krauser? What the hell? Why?

"Recovering stolen goods."

[aestheticworld99]

"With a heart ablaze with ambition and a mind sharp as a serpent's fang, the gifted often shine fiercely, only to battle the darkness of burnout. Yet, from the ashes, they find the strength to rise again."

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[itskennyphresh]

[sarositara]

Haemorrhage of the heart // things left unsaid ft.Journal pages

I would write his name in every cell,

A constellation mapped across my skin—

Give him the moon, the stars,

Whatever this world dare not grant me.

Oh, how the mind balks at such thoughts,

So delusional, so fevered, yet still—

I hold onto the ache like an ancient song,

A hymn carved into bones, waiting.

He says, “Go forward, unlatch the door,”

But he does not know

He left the lock broken,

My heart emptied and left ajar,

Swaying in the dark winds of devotion,

Each pulse a plea he’ll never hear.

Obsession? No, this is prayer,

A soul bent and bowed, head low to the earth,

The ache is endless, a quiet madness

Spilling through each brittle dawn.

And he, unaware of the altar I built,

Of the relics I keep in hidden journals,

Believes I will mend, fill my days with quiet tasks

That bear no trace of him—how naïve.

I have tried to hate, tried to pull back

Each ragged edge of longing,

But my heart rebels, my mind refuses.

How could I despise a name

That opens like a wound and blooms?

How could I scorn what’s carved

So deeply, with the precision of a blade,

Through the sinews of my own ghost?

Oh, I would shatter gladly if he willed it,

Burn as a fallen star, a silent offering.

This love is not gentle, not kind,

But a fierce, tender violence—

That I could turn against myself

For his shadow,

That I could cherish this breaking

As proof of a bond that cuts to the marrow.

How much dam can one soul hold?

How much ache must bleed before it quiets?

He, the walking poem, lives unfazed,

But I am undone, endless, infinite—

Bound in threads woven of blood and stardust,

And still, my hands reach, though I know not

If they will ever touch him again.

[cjstararts]

In one of your videos on Tiktok I saw an image where Aelia has a sister and she is the moon✨.....can you talk a little about her, I was very interested

(I changed the lore so the moon doesn't consider as "Aelia sister" but as assistant)

More info:

Selene name was inspired by my friend @dollybluetheartist . Originally she was the sun sister, but due to them not being related in any possible way I change them as boss and assistant.

Moon ability to travel through dream and manipulate gravity. Her followers worship her when it comes to luck, wisdom and hope. once a year on a full moon, her temple will be full of mortals to praise her and have a festival for her beauty and powers.

Most of her followers was the previous sun worshipper. For them day time is the most exhausted and worst time but in night they can party and relax (basically they're a hater to the sun).

The moon has her personal element as water, wind and ice.

Selene was the third in charge if the sun ever explode or went missing.

[fridayvelvet]

Hakyun’s birthday cafe meeting with fans🥳🎂

[kiestrokes]

Get you a bestie who understands creative burnout due to overstimulation 🩵

[thefreckledgymrat]

To many more years with you, my love 💕💕💕💕💕

[davinamikaelsonalwaysandforever]

Jonerys: The Wolf & The Moon

"You and I our souls forever tangled, like the wolf is to the moon."

[choface]

in case y’all had forgotten…this is first and foremost a harry styles tumblr 🌸🌸🌸

[normani-kordei]

ARIANA GRANDE CinemaCon (2024)

[tilweareghosts]

[avalon-princesss]

Soft as a bunny 🤍

[sweetest-devotion]

LOVE OF MY LIFE

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[sarositara]

Don't get too close, I'll turn you into poetry // enter at your own risk. Ft. The moon of my life!

There was something electric in that fleeting view-

The bare, chiseled neck; the navy vest -clung to you

Biceps sculpted, just below below the Adam's line,

There's the moon locket, hanging proud, oh so divine.

I felt a bang - a quiet jealousy for the way

It lay, so effortlessly, where I could not

But that frame touched something that it couldn't reach

And my soul cried pleasure, discovering beneath-

The peppered mole, a hidden mark, delicate and small,

Above your heart - a secret constellation

I've never meant to find.

A detail that felt almost too intimate

For eyes that weren't meant to linger there!

To you, it's nothing - a moment passed with ease,

But to me, it's the kind of pull that brings me to my knees.

Carrying the glimpse long after it had passed,

Etching it deeper with each return,

Untill you became more than just a memory!

When it plays,

"வேர்வை துளி முகத்தில் வைர கற்கள்

அழகை கூற தமிழில் இல்லை சொற்கள்

மீசை முடி கரிய அருகம் புற்கள்

தாவி மெல்ல கடிக்க ஏங்கும் பற்கள்"

I felt that😩🖤🌜