The life of a moon child

Thoughts, quotes , photography, and love🖖😍🌈🦄🤘🌚

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“Don’t play,“ said Hermione at once. “Say you’re ill,” said Ron. “Pretend to break your leg,” Hermione suggested. “Really break your leg,” said Ron.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (via quotewithasource)

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Smoke;

A door creaks, The wind, Smells of tears, The sky is about to fall, And I hear your voice, Cracking through the silence, You’ve been a hallucinogen, For so long, I’ve dreamt of you, Through monsoons, And planted you, In my garden of thoughts, A well cultivated idea, I’m so in love with, I like to obsess, Over it like an addiction, I keep my peace at bay, And plunge into deep waters, To find you, Yet in this abyss of pursuit, I’m the only one hanging, On a dying flame, And though I say, I’ll end my suffering, It will finish me first, I’ll be the ashes, To the ink, That will write, Poetry to you, Without your knowing, That perfect story is happening, Somewhere else, But I’m not the protagonist, I’m my heart’s nemesis, And my minds antithesis, I want to undo, This skin, These bones, The blood that runs deep, Into veins, That are estranged even to me, How the winter, Will violate me in my sleep, I can’t stand, Facing my reflection, On my own, I’m no longer a person, I’ve turned into the ugly carcass, Left behind, Evolving isn’t beautiful, Sometimes suffering is heinous, And you won’t come close, To this flame, Let it die out darling, Just a few more blows, Of loving misadventures, And I’ll be the smoke, That accompanies nights, And vanishes every morning.

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favourite female characters; kat stratford (10 things I hate about you) “Why should I live up to other people’s expectations instead of my own?”

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Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember. And a song someone sings once upon a december.

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When nothing makes sense, everything makes sense. When I'm drowning thinking that you still love me. But I know you don't. I never meant anything to you. But I can't see myself not loving you .

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I was never meant to be understood, all my life I was mocked and teased about who I was. . Or who I thought I was.. Being 21 and from a small town , I was a survivor. A fighter. But in the midst of it all I realized I never knew who I was, just who you wanted me to be. And that's the hardest pill to swallow. Forever running away. Trying to find neverland, but always stuck in wonderland. Will I ever find myself?

Thoughts from the misunderstood moon child

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