Lunexstar - Luna

How slow life seems to me,

How violent the hope of love can be.

The moon in Romantic paintings

musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

Instagram credit: chaptersofshau

Poetry is what helps me remember that even in my fragments, I am whole.

Jennifer Huang

lovers

“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

I see that girl in my dreams almost everyday now. She still looks so pretty as if someone tore a star in half and she was born from the light of it. She holds my hand and leads me to a place in our school that only exists in my dream. I can almost sense the nostalgia she is getting from holding my hand.

Jay Vespertine; Wildest Dreams

“I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands, forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I adore them…”

—

Deer and cherry blossoms in Nara park, Japan

(via)