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A Betrayal | Lang Leav 🌙

“I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.”

— Jane Austen, Jane Austen’s Letters (via books-n-quotes)

Either fictional boys should come alive and love me back or should stop making me fall for them.

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“It’s better this way. A little lonelier but better.”

— Lisa Schroeder, The Day Before (via books-n-quotes)

No words can describe how excruciating it feels to be perfectly fine one minute, but then be drowning in your own thoughts the next.

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The Signs As Beautiful Lang Leav Poems

Aries:

If you love me

for what you see,

only your eyes would be

in love with me.

If you love me

for what you've heard,

then you would love

for my words.

If you love

my heart and mind,

then you will love me,

for all that I'm.

If you don't love

my every flaw,

then you mustn't love me -

not at all.."

Taurus:

Where are you?” She asked.

“I have been searching all my life.”

“Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.

Gemini:

"Her heart is played like well worn strings,

In her eyes the sadness sings,

Of one who was destined of better things"

Cancer:

"I loved you more than love allowed"

Leo:

"Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark,

where arrows spring and miss their mark—

she'll turn their heads but not their hearts."

Virgo:

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

In your hesitation I found my answer.

Libra:

What is she like?

I was told—

she is a

melancholy soul.

She is like

the sun to the night;

a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed

by dawning light;

the flicker of

a candle blown.

A lonely kite

lost in flight—

someone once

had flown.

Scorpio:

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.

It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded;

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

Sagittarius:

"Forget her tattered memories,

or the pages others took;

you are her ever after—

the hero of her book."

Capricorn:

"It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can."

Aquarius:

"To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon its hinges"

Pisces:

She lends her pen,

to thoughts of him,

that flow from it,

in her solitary.

For she is his poet,

And he is her poetry.

“I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.”

— Tennessee Williams, The Selected Letters: 1920-1945 (via books-n-quotes)

Makes sense 🙌🏻

RAVENCLAW: “I am not strange. I am just not normal.” –attributed to Salvador Dalí