emillie moon


Ask me anything Submit a post archive rss

image

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ πΏπ‘œπ‘ π‘  π‘œπ‘“ 𝐻𝑀𝑆 π‘‰π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦, 𝑐. 1746, π‘ƒπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘¦

β €β €

β €β €

#

I’m a 20 something year old with a heart of emerald and a burning desire for mire, mire? that was a typo, freudian slip, but more is accurate as well. sure. cover me in a mire of mossy wet forest to never be found again. — then again, where’s the joy in always wanting more? enough is enough. the present is the …present.

#

image
image

#

image
image

#

image

#

01.12.21


memories of finding the light within a dark awakening.

true self and true love embedded in layers of growth pains.

shattering the very essence of normality, mediocrity.

she never surrendered. until now.



e. moon

#