Luna Wilde

✨️°•°𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲.°•°✨️ 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙚 💭🌫🌙

[wittymoonflower]

Sometimes “I don’t know” is actually

“I know, but if I say it out loud, something inside me will shift.”

Luna Wilde

[wittymoonflower]

For a person who forgets even the smallest details about herself, it is strange how I remember certain moments so vividly as if I am living them all over again. And as gently as they return, they leave behind a soft, empty ache. The kind that sits heavily and quietly in my heart, holding onto all the things I once held close.

And sometimes this kind of remembering hurts more than forgetting ever could.

Luna Wilde.

[wittymoonflower]

I was waiting for the metro, watching crowd sway like waves around me. I wasn’t thinking of you, not really, until I was. Until I tried to hear you in my head and realised the sound was gone. I tried to remember your voice, how it rose when you were amused, how it carried a certain warmth even in the simplest words. But no matter how hard I tried, the memory wouldn’t come. And standing there among strangers, I realised I’d forgotten the sound that once felt like home.

Maybe that's the cruel part, love stays, even when everything else fades.

Luna Wilde.

[wittymoonflower]

The love I hold for you has started to feel heavy. What once felt like a warmth has turned into a quiet ache. I wish I could let it go.

I wish I could stop loving you, not out of desire, but out of exhaustion.

Luna Wilde.

[wittymoonflower]

🥂🍛✨️

[girlmostlikely]

Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of everything being okay

[wittymoonflower]

As they say, “Some people are part of our history but can not be a part of our destiny.” Maybe that’s true. Maybe we were never meant to be written in the same future. But you were, without question, my favorite part of the past.

Thank you for being the boy who taught me how to love, how to let go, and how to carry someone gently in my heart without needing them to stay.

Few lines from my writeup-Letter to my first love .

Luna Wilde.

[thekashishverse]

I am fine on my own but where is the love of my life?

[wittymoonflower]

How paradoxical it is to be a genius of literature, yet still fail at the simplest act of communication. To weave emotions flawlessly on paper, yet go silent when it’s time to speak them aloud.

Maybe the words were never meant for people, only for pages.

Luna Wilde.

[vexheart]

[wittymoonflower]

[wittymoonflower]

I want us to meet again in the autumn, when the world is painted in endings. Because while the leaves fall, the days grow quieter, and everything is learning to let go, I want us to find our way back to each other.

Maybe then, amidst the falling world, we’ll remember what it feels like to stay.

Luna Wilde.

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

[wittymoonflower]

She saw him again, but this time, the person standing before her was not the one she used to love. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper. Standing before her was not the boy she once dreamed of, but the man she had always feared he would become.

And in that moment, she realized, some people don’t break your heart, they simply outgrow the light you saw in them.

Luna Wilde.

[wittymoonflower]

In someone’s mind, you haven’t aged at all. They haven’t seen you in years, and in their memory, you’re still that sixteen year old; the same voice, the same expression, maybe even the same hairstyle. Years may have changed you beyond recognition, but not for them.

Time doesn't move in memories unless it's refreshed by new encounters.

Luna Wilde.

[wittymoonflower]

📖☕️