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lunar-dens · 4 months ago
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to be loved like a habit, not a chore. to be loved like a priority, not an option. to be loved like a breath, not a sigh. to be loved like a song, not a noise. to be loved like a privilege, not an obligation. oh to be loved, not lusted
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lunar-dens · 5 months ago
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There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
-F.Scott Fitzgerald.
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lunar-dens · 5 months ago
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You plant a seed thinking it's love. It's only when the thing starts putting down roots that you realise it's not growing the way it should. But by then it's too late. It has sprouted foliage, blossomed and borne demented fruit. What do you do with the sickness in you?
-Liz Jensen, the ninth life of Louis Drax.
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lunar-dens · 5 months ago
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Everyone becomes a believer in a crisis, calling on a God with whom to cut a last-ditch deal.
-Liz Jensen, the ninth life of Louis Drax.
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lunar-dens · 5 months ago
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I’ve thought a lot about hope and come to the conclusion that either it’s there or it isn’t. No in between.
-Liz Jensen, the ninth life of Louis Drax.
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lunar-dens · 8 months ago
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.
-Sylvia Plath.
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lunar-dens · 8 months ago
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Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways.
-Sigmund Freud
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lunar-dens · 10 months ago
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But, you can't simply spend your whole life waiting for a miracle to happen, a person to appear, and a hand to hold.
-Sadia Hakim
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lunar-dens · 11 months ago
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You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
-Catheryne M. Valente.
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”
-Eric Shaw
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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How can I do this? How can I ask you to be kind in this would that isn't?
-Erika L Sanchez.
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade."
-Gertrude jekyll
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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“I am going to die of love… That’s how it is… I loved her so! And I love her still… and I am dying for love of her.”
-Gaston Leraux
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain, the heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.
-Nichole Williams.
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.
-Ernest Hemingway.
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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How can I trust what I feel is legit? Change is inevitable and so are my feelings. Today I'm a casket of overflowing affection for you and tomorrow I might be filled with pure rage. Why do you trust me when I say that I love you with eyes full of haterd?
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lunar-dens · 1 year ago
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It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back -Myra McEntire.
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