moth hashtag performance

The #moth hashtag on TikTok features captivating videos of these fascinating insects, showcasing their beauty, behavior, and nighttime activities. Users share art, DIY projects, and fun facts about moths.

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1 - Ruby & Black Diamond Cosmos 2 - Swallowtail Butterfly Shadowbox Ring 3 - Leafy Moon Ring with a Deep Concave cut Green Sapphire by @johndyergems 4- Double Death Head Hawk Moth Shadowbox Rings #uncommonengagementrings #bugs #gothicvictorian #shadowbox #oddities #sapphire #uniqueengagementrings #natureinspiredjewelry #jewelry #fantasyjewelry #fairytalejewelry #ethereal #Moth #butterfly #14kgold

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Silkworm moth #tiktok #foryou #animals #cute #moth

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Replying to @Reneebrookes #bugs #insectsoftiktok #saturdayvibes #learnedontiktok #tiktoku #chuckdarwin #entomology #dyk #DidYouKnow #animalfacts #evolution #mothtok #moth #dragonfly #animalbehavior

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Throwback to my favorite slab! #tiktokisback #clayslab #mushroom #moth #art #kenandcol

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My first completed painting in 2025! It’s been a while since I last painted but I made a goal to make more art this year. This piece was very intimidating to begin with and even more so when it looked like the first clip. But as every artist knows it’s just part of the progress and it turns out better in the end. I think I got a series going on and I’m very excited to start another self-moth portrait soon :) • • • • • #moth #polyphemusmoth #antheraeapolyphemus #portrait #selfportrait #art #painting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #shuttleart

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Like a #moth to #nakedlights — I love finding #foundpoetry, like the poetry of everyday things. ‘Found poetry’ is a genre of poetry dedicated to sharing accidental poems, found in situ, of otherwise lost, misplaced, unknown, unsung, or unintentional poets and poems. It’s where a poem is discovered unexpectedly, like a coin in a pocket of freshly washed jeans. This can be in the remnants of a half-torn stickers and the mishmashed archives of tour posters that garder a light pole, or in bathroom graffitis, or in the happenstance of a crumpled newspaper sheet read face forward—in anything really. My favorite found poetry is in following the little rivers of spaces that flow down a book page, and seeing what words my favorite streams happen to land on. Some people like it when the spaces on pages (they’re actually called rivers, that really is the name for them) are strutted and blocked—some like them abstract and fiesty like cocktail hour jazz. I like when they flow clean and sadly down a page, like raindrops down a car window on a cold day in Sweden; somewhere that they wear good sweaters. I love being sad and dramatic on those days; I guess that’s why I fit poetry in the mix there. Anyhow, hi. This is the poem: No smoking. No naked lights. Switch off engine. #poetrytok