Moth Girl
She Who Cannot Resist the Light
I chase light, not because it's safe—but because it's true.
You'll find me near the window, where dusk meets dawn, cradling tea and silence. My world is stitched with light—moonfall on wood, the flicker of screens, the buttery spill of a fridge left open. I don't seek harm, only truth. And truth shines, even when it scorches.
What I'm Into: moonlit floors, warm tea at midnight, neon signs humming, unfinished thoughts, the hum of distant life
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