My Lilyflower
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La douleur exquise
(n.) The heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable
TW: I was going through some stuff when I started writing this so some things could be very descriptive
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- 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰, ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 - ᴹʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵖʳᵘⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴴᵃᵗᵉ! ᵀᵒᵒ ᴱᵃʳˡʸ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵁⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᴸᵃᵗᵉ! ᴾʳᵒᵈⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ᴸᵒᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸ
𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍; 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. - - 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖+; 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.
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I mean, the title is pretty self-explanatoryComplete
Monachopsis • Harry Potter • Book II
DISCONTINUED (check out ARCANE, the rewrite) Monachopsis [mon - ach - op - sis] (n.) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home. PoA- GoF Completed? ✔ Incomplete? Edited? Unedited? ✔Complete
Deep Within My Heart
Harry's in love, but there are people who doesn't want him to be happy. They are only for their own benefits. From loss of his love and going through emotional trauma, let's see how Harry again wins at the end.Complete
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jegulus fanfic, full of heart ache love and affection:) sorry in advance if this ruins your mental healthComplete
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