I keep wondering if it’s possible to miss someone you’ve never met? ✨ My friends keep saying that I am just love sick. ✨ But I do, miss you. ✨ I know my soul remembers you; even if the rest of me doesn’t.

It knows that eventually the sea will come back, but it’s the wait that feels empty.

Like a wolf wounded, I will not fall to the ground and play dead.

✨ I will continue walking through these woods that are indeed full of dangers,

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but wounded or not I am still a wolf.

LET’S BE BOOK BESTIES ;)

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My debut book celebrated its 1st birthday yesterday!🎉 What a humbling journey this has been.❤️ Thank you to everyone who bought it, left a review, talked to me about it, shared it with their friends, found solace in it, supported me in any way. You make my soul sing.💙 The book is still available in print version or as an ebook, so if you want to go on the journey of the heart with me, you can always buy it here: www.lulu.com/spotlight/LunaLupus THANK YOU.❤️❤️

Perhaps we are just swimming in the ocean, being pulled apart by strong currents out of our control.

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I swim towards you and you float away.

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My soul sinks. It yearns for yours and wishes it could drown but then the sight of you makes it breathe underwater.

Here’s what I learned from the moon:

You don’t always have to be whole in order to shine.

But on those occasions when you are, you will shine and radiate so strongly that you will have an effect on all human beings and you will move the sea.

Reasons Why I Hate It When My Favorite Character Dies In A Book

1. It's a constant reminder that nobody is immune to dying; not even fictional characters. 2. It makes me relive the pain. The pain of those who stay.

3. I spend hours afterwards contemplating the book’s meaning. I wonder the same about life. If we all die, what's the true purpose?

4. Mostly I just hate it because the book ends at the most interesting part. It leaves me hungry for answers. How do those who are left behind deal with the loss? How does it change them? Do they ever move on? Fall in love again? Is there a day when they don't think about it? This is the book I need to read!

5. All of my favorite characters end up dead. What does that say about me?

6. I am forced to face the fact that I don't know how to grieve. I don't grieve humans, animals or fictional characters. I put them in a special place within my mind where they get to live out all the missing days of their lives.

7. I hate it when my favorite characters dies in a book because it doesn't feel like fiction anymore. It feels like real life.

Broken hearts are overrated.

Your put your trust into somebody and make them yours, because you don’t want to be alone. The wounds of your childhood seem to magically mend just by sharing your bed with someone and making them a part of your life. Finally, you’re not alone. Finally, you feel loved. Finally, nobody can tell you how you’re not good enough, because finally, somebody wants you and calls you ‘mine.’ And then … life happens. Passion fades, trust gets broken, one of you leaves the other. And you’re in pain.

You call it a broken heart.

But … your heart was never whole to begin with.

Perhaps we are just swimming in the ocean, being pulled apart by strong currents out of our control. I swim towards you and you float away. My soul sinks. It yearns for yours and wishes it could drown but then the sight of you makes it breathe underwater.

Luna C. Lupus: Ocean Bound (via poeticmoonchild)

I have this image in my head: We’re standing at the edge of the ocean. I look to you. You look back at me. We’re at peace. Finally. It all makes sense. I wish I could go back in time and tell our past selves that we end up happy after all; we end up together, at the edge of the ocean, against all odds. I take hold of your hand. You squeeze mine. I am home.

Luna C. Lupus: The One Where It All Works Out

You strip me of my clothes, my skin, my flesh, until I am just bones. You touch those bones with good intentions, but they still end up breaking.

Luna C. Lupus

Separation is an illusion.

Hold me.