LUNA

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About LUNA

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    The Night When The Wolves Are Silent And Only The Moon Howls
  • Birthday 05/22/1997

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    Female
  • Location
    Oregon
  • Interests
    Picking fights with people who are twice my size.

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About Me

Atelophobic // Poet awaiting death // SD--UT--OR // USU // There are nights the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

 

Things you should know about me

 

I consider myself a bibliophile.

I saw "fight me" a lot. Just nod your head and leave me be.

I write a lot of poetry. 

I have a tumblr. Feel free to follow me. Feel free to unfollow me later if you don't like what I post.

I have rp'd before, but never really on this site.

I'm generally pretty friendly. Please PM me. I have no friends. Please.

I eat pizza and drive mopeds (scooters)

 

Some of my favorite sayings

 

More pizza roles; Less gender roles.

Hakuna Matata

You are a ghost like I am a ghost but I am banging cabinets and tv static and all you've ever been is silent.

I want to believe better days will come.

Life's too short for pants.

When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.

 

A poem written by Tom Leville that I think is lovely.

 

Beating a Dead Horse

whenever i see a cinder block stuck in the mud at low tide i wonder whose ankles it used to belong to. i want to kiss them and make them better. I’ll kiss everything. i wanted to call and tell you i saw an ambulance today. but then i’d have to tell you i was at the liquor store again. a gray haired man collapsed in line at the register. the paramedics took his lifeless body away. i just wanted to ride back with them to the morgue. i wanted my own cabinet. instead i bought apricot brandy and some ginger ale. anyway, it was strange to watch someone pass away in front of me. i cried. but it wasn’t like when you left. how i expected an obituary. there was no wake. no room full of sympathetic acquaintances gently cooing as i rest a bouquet of sweet williams on a photos of someone i no longer know. lately i just want to blurt things into your voicemail. i’d say things like “i hate the parts of me that miss you. i wish i could cut them out of me.” or “i would be your oyster. i’ll swallow all the things you’ve done to me and still give you this pearl “i love you.” i’m afraid of saying things like “i just want you to be here when the rain stops.” or “i guess i’ll leave the phones sound on in case you miss me.” but you never do. it’s hard you know? doing things people do in someone’s absence. i get so upset thinking about where you sleep or if you’ve been read to lately. i don’t like having to wonder. i hate that you wrote “i’ll never give up on you” on a piece of paper once and then mailed it to me. it makes me think about how the back of stamps taste like goodbye.

 

Asks

 

 

Talk about a time you've been betrayed.

What do you dislike about yourself?

What is your biggest fear? Do you know why?

Do you trust others easily?

Do you have a purpose in your life? Do you want to be happy or make impact on others?

What's your favorite horror movie?

What is an accomplishment you are most proud of?

How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Are you currently in love with someone?

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

What was your favorite book as a child?

What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?

Do you like when it rains?

What’s a movie you cried while watching?

Do you think you’re important?

How tall are you?

Tea or coffee?

How would you describe your style?

What color socks are you wearing?

What is your dream job?

What makes you weird?

Favorite form of art?

What is a weird phase you went through when you were younger?

Favorite pizza toppings?

What language do you want to learn?