how can i teach you some way of being human that won’t destroy you?
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how can i teach you some way of being human that won’t destroy you?

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Sturdy hands press into soil,
feet rooted deeper than doubt.
I move like slow rivers—
patient, deliberate,
carving paths through stone.
I do not chase.
I beckon.
A feast waits,
not for occasion,
but because beauty
is reason enough.
Taurus
Let them run.
Let the world blur past itself
in pursuit of something shinier.
I am not theirs to pace.
I choose the slow bloom—
the honeyed hour
when light spills through lace curtains,
when my breath deepens
just to savor the way
jasmine lingers in the air.
Time is not a demand,
but a lover with open palms.
She waits while I undress
my urgency,
while I wrap myself in the silk
of here
and now.
I will not suspend my joy
like laundry in the wind,
waiting for some perfect sky.
I want joy
warm and ready—
baked into my mornings,
woven into the skin of ordinary days.
I let my feet move
like prayer on pavement,
like poetry across soil.
I let love find me
with my hands in the earth,
my lips soft with laughter.
Knowing that
what’s mine will know how to arrive
without being summoned.
And I—
I will be ready,
not because I rushed,
but because I stayed
long enough to feel it all.
the magic of life happens where imagination and embodiment meet—where you no longer just see the version of you you long for, but begin to live like they’re already real.
even in the quiet, even in softness, even when no one else claps for it.
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imagination speaks in futures. embodiment whispers, “here. now. begin anyway.”
you don’t have to be the full dream today. you just have to live like you belong inside it, because you do.
if anyone needs gentle encouragement, poetry, etc. that’s all this blog is for. feel free to follow. im not abandoning this account. i just wanted an account that was a bit lighter in energy
I didn’t come to flee—
I came to bring heaven home,
to pour it into the cracks,
to make this earth remember
it was always sacred.
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I met my younger self by the water.
She wasn’t surprised to see me—
maybe she expected me,
maybe she always knew we’d meet here,
quiet, waiting, like the water.
She didn’t speak at first,
just dipped her toes in,
watching the waves pull back
as if she was trying to understand something about herself.
I sat beside her,
but didn’t rush to fill the space with words.
She looked at me,
like she was looking at someone familiar,
but unsure what to say.
“You’re different,” she said,
and I didn’t know how to answer,
because I felt the difference too.
“I’m not the same person you think I am,”
I told her quietly.
She didn’t argue.
“What happened?” she asked,
but she wasn’t asking for a story.
She was asking for the truth,
even if it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“I grew,” I said,
“but it wasn’t easy. Sometimes, it still isn’t.”
She nodded,
a little sad,
but not disappointed.
“I thought it would be different,” she said.
“Better.”
I thought about that.
The promises we made to ourselves,
back when we thought growing up was something to conquer.
“I don’t think better means what we thought it did,” I told her.
She looked at the water,
its waves crashing, then retreating,
and I wondered if she understood
that life wasn’t about holding on,
but letting go.
She asked,
“Will I be okay?”
And I could’ve told her the things I wished I knew,
but instead,
I just looked at the water,
and said,
“Yeah, you’ll be okay. But not in the way you expect.”
She smiled,
like maybe that was enough.
We sat there together,
the water keeping our silence.
And for once, I didn’t try to rush it.
-Sincerely, La Lune
our greatest revolt is self preservation.
self-hate is food for the hungry mouth that is overconsumption.
cynicism and cruelty is avoidance.
making your body and your mind a safe space to exist in by loving yourself and choosing radical acceptance will fill that void within you so much more than trying to escape yourself.
remember, you can let it go at any time. remember, you can choose love instead.
halo
moon-eyed,
a soft glow lingers,
not reaching,
but waiting.
the world moves,
but your vision
remains still,
silent in its own way.
time drifts
in the space above,
where the horizon shifts
and you remain,
a constant,
untouched,
watching.
halo
I was a hollow boy.
I was dusk, and you were silence.
You were calling me.
I was unmaking you.
I was the ache of glass.
I was the pulse of embers.
I was the blue of mourning.
You gave name to the nameless.
I was a girl ruin.
I was red.
I was hunger.
I was everything.
You.
You were the last wound in my hands.
I burn tonight.
I was a ghost debt.
I was the measure of sin and sky.
Life is shadow.
I was all famine and fire.
halo

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you feel like the cast of a new moon,
the blood of forgotten gods,
the weight of a thousand untold things.
bones shift like an ancient promise,
and time stands still,
like a caged bird nestled in your ribs—
the sky seeps into the horizon—
you could hold the world in your hands
and let it slip, slow as a throat closing,
watching chaos beg not for mercy,
but for release.
halo
within the chaos of longing, love, and self-loathing, i find myself tangled in the image of the beast—raw, untamed, and haunting. a creature born from both the fire of desire and the blood of every wound, reflecting the conflict between the kindness i crave and the cruelty i’ve known. the beast is me, and i am it, forever caught in the struggle between the darkness and the yearning.
halo
caveat
halo
“…𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦…”
loving—so complex, so consuming—brings neither happiness nor even a place to rest, but rather a masquerade of unease and confusion. it can so easily be mistaken for connection, for being loved by another, when in truth, it is something else entirely.
maybe love itself has no butterfly validity, yet it remains a quiet neurosis of hope and trust, keeping us alight, sharing from both mind and heart. but if saving oneself from renewal or final balance is an error, then pure love rises.
beauty illuminates all kinds of love—elusive, unknowable—as if the essence of passion can sustain separation and reunion alike, stretching beyond time. it is shared even in spaces where destruction looms, because loving is everything, and also, nothing.
halo
the impossible is made possible through the quiet, steady labor of joy, of vision, of belief. i dream not because it is easy, but because it matters.
halo

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i won't regret being kind,
i show the peace i wish to experience with others.
in the simple act of giving, i find
the moment where hearts meet,
not in grand gestures,
but in the stillness of understanding.
what is given is not measured,
it moves freely, like light breaking through clouds,
softly, without demand.
i let go of the things
that ask for more than i can give.
in this, i find what it means
to be open, to hold without grasping.
it is not in what i have,
but in what i am willing to offer
that the world feels full.
halo
Can you teach me your writing process?
i do not have a “process”, not in the way one might think.
i have made feeling a practice, and writing is simply an extension of that— it is not about making sense of what is inside of me, but about letting it exist in whatever form it takes.
what you all get is the rawest, realest forms of me. that is not something that i can break down into steps for replication. sometimes it is fragmented, messy, chaotic. other times, it is more settled, as if the words have always been waiting for me to catch up to them. either way, the words come when they must, not because i have called them, but because they have chosen to step into the light.
just allow yourself to be without expectation or judgment, and allow everything to flow through you.
halo