12:26 am

Tonight I find myself curled up under a soft plush blanket, unable to sleep. My heart is going eighty miles a minute. I am so in love that I don’t know what to do with myself. He makes me want to write poetry; something I gave up on long ago. But somehow he’s made the urge come creeping back in. I want to create new things, special sweet nothings. Mushy, overly-romantic poems.

I am in Love.

20 questions, 20 answers

rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better.

tagged by: @biteuli (Thank you  ♡)

name: Luna

nickname(s): Lulu, Lilith, chunsa

zodiac sign: Scorpio

height: 5′ 4

orientation: Affluent

nationality: Cuban

favorite fruit: Papaya, Pineapple

favorite season: Summer

favorite book: Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

favorite flower: White peonies

favorite scent:  Maison Margiela - Beach Walk

favorite color: White, Mustard yellow, Dusty pink, Beige

favorite animal: Sphynx, Great Dane

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Cuban coffee

average hours of sleep: 3-14 

cat or dog: 50/50

favorite fictional character: Becky Sharp, Ellen Ripley

number of blankets you sleep with: One

dream trip: a Spontaneous trip to next available flight

blog created: April, 2012

number of followers: Hopefully none. I’m not running a campaign.

tagging: @blossomingseoul  @bluebell-daisy @vic-timize  @tranquilopa @-lines @seoul-babo @sheholdsyoucaptivated @hoe4youjin @gangnaminpink @parvxo @dionyxus @honeyrosie @deadlyangel @soracities @4ior @rosysilk @meggygrace @sapphowearsprada @uppertidelands @a-gingers-seoul

Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby. Last night, I did things I’m not proud of and I got a little crazy. Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby. And I don’t even know his last name. My momma would be so ashamed. It started off, hey cutie where you from and then it turned into oh no, what have I done? And I don’t even know his last name.
—  Last Name by Carrie Underwood

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