way out nowhere

° hello and welcome to whatever floor of hell this is!

° to be precise, this specific floor of hell is where i unleash all my drabbles, half-poetry, thoughts, and rl stuff.

° guess i'll do a little self introduction since it seems to be a thing. i go by lune, and i'm a uni student. pronouns she/her, ace, and bi. i play electric guitar and write poetry.

° obsessions: tolkien, music(alt/rock, classical piano, lo-fi to chill to), more tolkien

° current interests: limbus company, sousou no frieren, snk/aot, anything cyberpunk or apocalyptic

vergilius: things couldn't be better!

you: (who are you and what have you done to vergil)

vergilius: no, it could not. in fact, it rarely seems to do so around here. so don't get your hopes up.

gay is cool too

love from the other side (fall out boy)

/we were a hammer to the statue of david

we were the painting they could never frame/

Stars may be strung

of both past and tonight,

glued with wide-eyed delight

into tales ever sung

Collection of strokes

that fell blindly by chance

in themselves but a glance

yet what awe they evoke!

Hallowed we are

though by gods of our hands

Not carved rock but of sand

mote by mote, daring far

Collision unwise,

by no means well-composed

Like the name of a rose

while it blooms and wilts blithe

Frozen in motion,

perceived as the rain

Shall it ever be vain,

what truly corrodes the soul is helplessness; a despair apathetic as black glass, velvety smooth and absolutely beautiful(you are so fucked). no matter how you pound and kick and throw yourself against the surface, it will not yield. it will not yield. it will not yield. eventually you slide down to relative comfort, staring bruised and blank-eyed at the glimmering expanse- only to find that you cannot look into it. there is only a strange gaze sticking to your face like plaster.

no- no- stop looking at me like that; simple, cowardly, lost and so despicably weak! stand. you must stand, and look the other way; even closing your eyes is a more commendable feat than being dumbly transfixed- as a defined will. yet all i am is limp and inconsequential. all my waterlogged thoughts run rooted.

summertime (mcr)

/don't walk away, cause if you stay

i would even wait all night

or until my heart explodes, how long

until we find our way in the dark and out of harm

you can run away with me-

you can write it on your arm

you can run away with me

anytime you want/

brother (gerard way)

/the lights we chase, the nights we steal, the things that we take to make us feel this/

crash and burn (savage garden)

/let me be the one you call, if you jump i'll break your fall/

spiegel im spiegel (arvo pärt)