Luna⁷

She/her | 20 | INFJ | Capricorn | Ravenclaw |Bibliophile | Literature | Poetry | Music |

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Can you post some excerpts about unrequited love?

{Lang Leav, Lullabies/ Unknown/ Charlotte Valtris, Before You knew/ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet/ Shannon L. Alder/ Unknown/ Ranata Suzuki/ Ranata Suzuki/ Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home/ Jane Seville/ Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts/ Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief/ Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever/ J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister}

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We knew, didn't we?

Before it even started, we knew...

We knew it was gonna hurt,

That there was no future.

That this wasn't supposed to happen,

But look, it did!

And we couldn't do anything.

We stood there,

Helplessly watching our hearts falling for each other.

We tried, tried to hide it...

But we forgot our eyes spoke,

They revealed what our hearts hid.

All those tries we made to stop turned out to be futile...

We fell.

And we fell hard.

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I imagine you

On the empty side of my bed

Lying right beside me

It would be just us

Baring our souls to each other

I think about what could've been

How you would look at me

With those eyes full of emotions

How shy that would make me

How I would bury myself in your chest

How that would make you lose control

And you'd wrap your arms around me

Hold me as close as possible and whisper your confessions into my ears

How your breath would feel like against my skin

Making me tremble in your warm embrace

We'd giggle and kiss and hug

Our bodies intertwined

Drowning in each other's warmth

Dowsed in each other's scent

As the night sweeps over us

How we'd end up sleeping in each other's arms

And your face will be the first thing I wake up to in the morning

Wouldn't it be all anyone could ever wish for

—frommydiary

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Panenka could sense Marie- Thérèse and Arthur just inches away from him; their easy proximity felt extravagant, given how scarce it would soon scarce it would become. If only there was a way of storing and rationing it so that he need never have to miss them. Habituated loneliness was bearable, but the heart was not built to endure glimpses of what it could never truly have.

Panenka ; Ronan Hession

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People think that intimacy is about sex.

But intimacy is about truth.

When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is "You're safe with me"-that's intimacy.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo ; Taylor Jenkins Reid

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Cut me open and the light streams out.

Stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out

You will be alone always and then you will die.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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And how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

Crush ; Richard Sicken.

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Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

Letters to a young poet ; Rainer Maria Rilke.

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The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of.

Letters to a young poet ; Rainer Maria Rilke.

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But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Circe ; Madeline Miller.

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A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you.

A Thousand Splendid Suns ; Khaled Hosseini

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I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind and changed it's bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.

Mary Shelley ; Frankenstein.

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There is something greater and purer than what the mouth utters. Silence illuminates our souls, whispers to our hearts, and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of spirit, and brings us closer to Heaven; it makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that this world is only a place of exile.

Khalil Gibran, The broken wings.