Even the darkest night must end

unrequited love - it's fantastic. Cause it never has to change, it never has to grow up, and it never has to die.

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For the chance to be a solid, living girl again, I had taken up the shell of this fifteen-year-old. I was in love at the time and borrowing a body was the only way to touch James, skin to skin…

                               — Under The Light, Laura Whitcomb

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Is there a word for that occasional moment of self-awareness when reading smut, like where your brain accidentally takes one step back and you realize you are reading really descriptive pornography in your pajamas, while it’s light outside, with a box of Wheat Thins tucked under your arm?

I’m, uh, asking for a friend.

i feel like there should be a german word for this.

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He was dark-haired as his mother, and promised to be like her in mood also; for he was not merry, and spoke little, though he learned to speak early and ever seemed older than his years. Túrin was slow to forget injustice or mockery; but the fire of his father was also in him, and he could be sudden and fierce. Yet he was quick to pity, and the hurts or sadness of living things might move him to tears.

(Source: remusjohnslupin, via bifurs)

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