Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
When I get my period on a new moon I feel like I've peeked
Kuutar
Shimmering moth dusted moon maiden
Her skirts spun from the last of setting sun at the nether of day
Dripping dew tossing up a wake of mist obscuring stars
Night soft and certain bows beneath her slippered feet
I sleep her light upon my cheek knowing nothing of her innocence.
"Moth Queen" by anniestegg.