The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? ( a classical playlist ) 

- Timestamps! - 0:00 Le Carnaval des Animaux, R. 125: XIII. Le Cygne (Andantino grazioso) (Arr. Hazell for Orchestra & Cello) · Leonard Slatkin 3:18 Edward Elgar - Salut d'Amour Op.12 6:32 HAUSER - Nocturne in C Sharp Minor 11:09 Woodland · Evelyn Stein 13:15 Schubert - Serenade 17:51 HAUSER - Adagio (Albinoni) 24:48 LA LA LAND - Mia and Seb's Theme/Epilogue \\ Jacob's Piano 26:48 Tchaikovsky - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy 29:16 Isabella's Lullaby - The Promised Neverland OST | Piano Cover

Do y'all ever feel like the world is moving to fast

"the moon beautiful isn't it?" "yeah" *alarm rings and wake up.*

“She liked the moon because, like herself, it shined it’s brightest when no one was around too see” -a beautiful person

I don't understand how some people don't like classical music, it's so beautiful.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” “It's raining here.” “oh sorry, my bad.”

me: *vibing* youtube: wRiTiNg'S nOt ThAt EaSy. GrAmMaRlY cAn HeLp.

"and if you're ever feeling lonely just look at the moon." "someone. somewhere is looking right at it too"

“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You ask softly as you walk hand in hand with the man of your dreams. “Yes, I suppose it is” he replied, looking up to the night sky. So he doesn’t get it... “Oh, and I love you too” he said softly.

me, in love with remus lupin: "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" him: "NO."

My girlfriend and I were stargazing: "What a beautiful night. Aren't the stars and the moon just beautiful?" "Um... I can't really see anything. I forgot my glasses." "Why didn't you say something?! We're laying here for almost 20 minutes." "I know you're enjoying this, so I didn't want to ruin this moment."

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "I always thought the moon looked like a tortilla"

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” “No stfu” “K”

"You know,my first girlfriend turned into the moon"

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” “We’re in different time zones.” “oh.. right.” ~twelve hours later~ “Yes, the moon is very pretty tonight.” (yeah this actually happened to me 😂)

"The moon is beautiful" is actually an old saying in Japanese that means "I love you" , and it was often used in short poems to indirectly express how someone felt towards another person.

"the moon is beautiful, isnt it?" "im blind" "oh"

Imagine you and ur soulmate looking at the moon but at different places saying that it’s beautiful

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she whispered. There was something about not having to look him in the eye, laying there on the grass, and instead seeing the same sky. It felt more intimate somehow. The pressure was gone, and they were just voices, just souls next to each other, lost in the night. But he wasn't looking at the moon. He was looking at her. "Yes," he said quiet, aware of the fragile silence. "Beautiful." She didn't tear her gaze away from the stars, thinking about how they were so small, so insignificant compared to the universe. She turned to him perhaps in hopes of mentioning this notion, an instinct to look at him while she spoke, but saw him staring straight at her. Embarrassed, he shifted his eyes up, taking careful note of how in the corner of his vision, she was still looking at him. "Was there something you wanted to say?" he prompted, thankful that the lack of light most likely hid his blushing. The girl didn't look away still, shameless; much more brave with this kind of thing than he was, that was for sure. "Yes," she said. "Just-" she stopped herself and reached for his hand. "The moon is beautiful." He forced himself to look at her, stomach flipping, fluttering. "You already said that." A half smile, uncertain. "I know," she said. "That's not what I meant this time." He looked at her, somehow fearless of her intense eyes. "I see. Well then-I agree. The moon is very beautiful."

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "What makes you say that?" "The craters, the moon's imperfections, its hue and everything about it is beautiful." "...You're not talking about the moon, now are you?" "Definitely not, my love, for you are my moon, my stars, my entire galaxy."

“You’re so strange.” “How so?” “Because when I look into your eyes, I no longer see skies.” “What do you see?” “I see galaxies.” “What do you mean by that?” “The sky is just a home for the galaxies to thrive, my dear that is what I see when I stare into your eyes.”

"the moon knows" "What are you talking about?" "The moon knows that we are in love."

I Told The Stars About You “I told the stars about you” She whispered out into the silence, scared to disturb the peace that had fallen upon them. “Hm” His elegant voice hummed softly behind her, a melancholy sound that could bring the poets to their knees. “Would you like to know what I told them?” She shuffled in his arms, laying her head on his shoulder. “Did you tell them how beautiful you look beneath their glow?” He whispered in her ear. “Or how the light that shines in your eyes takes my breath away?” He moved a strand of her mocha curls behind her ear. A small laugh escaped her lips, one that melted the man's heart. “No,” She whispered with a small giggle. ``Well did you tell them how you look as if you were a piece of art, that took years for the artist to get just right as you lay down and gaze at the lights?” A smile grew on her face, she moved to face him. “No I told them how-” My pencil froze before the paper, what proper words can describe the undying love and admiration that she feels for this man. That I would not know I’ve never been in love

" the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "it always was, m'lady" *wakes up*

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” *isabelle’s lullaby plays in the distance* “OH SHI-“

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "I can die happy now"

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" She said. "No, ur mom is" he replied.

Classical Music kinda feels like life.. it starts out slow and slowly, gradually, it speed up, becomes hectic and chaotic. And just before you know it, you've forgotten the slow part completely and you are trying to keep up with the new fast pace, and you start to lose that pace. The music speeding ahead, while you're left chasing after the notes trying to catch up. Then, it quiets down, wait for you and watches you as you run to it, pause and catch your breath. Then you both walk, peacefully, until you are finally able to run again and you are prepared for the speed that the music gets to. And you confidentely are walking waiting for the music to speed up, sometimes it does and if feels nice to have the ability to run with it, you catch big parts going on in your life, you appreciate the blurry little things too. Sometimes it doesn't and you get a nice walk through that part of your life, enjoying every little bit of it, every last piece. I feel like I just vented, but I really love classical music, this is just my interpretation of what I sometimes think the composer is trying to make us feel, and is feeling themselves.

me: "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" him: i prefer your smile but he ghosted me kskskskskkakskska

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" I turn to him, my heart aching. He's smiling down at me, stroking my hair as though I'm something beautiful. As though I'm something worthy of gentleness, of comfort. It's too late to warn him. My fangs rip out of my gums, my back bending and cracking. I'm screaming in my mind, thrashing powerlessly as the curse takes control. He stumbles forward as if to catch me, but an inhuman growl tears out of my new form. Pale, he takes a step backward. "You said you weren't one of them," he breathes. Betrayal stings his voice. I can do nothing but watch as he is torn apart, his blood bursting over my tongue. Yes, the moon is beautiful. Even if it was the death of him.

This comment section is just... wow. So much talent and creativity, emotion and art. I'm literally crying reading the comments with the music playing in the background.

The fact that almost 2 million people find the moon beautiful, fills with joy my heart.

Anemoia. This word means; nostalgia for a time you never experienced and never will. We all share a connection to the past. Our fond memories of our past lovers, friends and family. We never lose our history. We only forget it. It's still there. Our feelings are still there. Love never dies, it's only forgotten. (Note: hey I'm not exactly a writer or into writing so please don't be a critic 😊)

- The moon is beautiful, isn't it? - She spoke to herself. Leaning on her balcony, peacefully watching the moonlight, enjoying the solitude and calm of the night. There was no dawn she wasn't there, engaging a conversation with the moon without a word coming out of her lips. For her, the moon was her confidante, who kept her deepest secrets and thoughts, and almost always all of them were about him. She wondered if he stayed at those hours like her, thinking of someone. She'll never admit it, but the truth was that she had little hope and illusion that, that someone was her.... But how? How is it that he, having an entire universe to himself, would notice a simple star? The moon desperately wished she could tell her that while she saw herself as a simple star, she was someone's universe. And that someone was him. Every night at that same time he asked the moon about her, longing to meet each other one day. Longing to meet his whole universe.... - The moon is beautiful, isn't it? - He sighed as he walked back to his room, with his heart in hand and hoping that this time, the moon would hear him and fulfil his greatest wish. The greatest wish of twin flames destinated to meet.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Lord, if someone would confess to me this way, I'd take this as a sign to know that he's already the one

"The moon is beautiful, isn't?" "No. I don't think so." "Why?" she asked, a bit taken aback. "I think the word beautiful is an understatement," he replied. "I think the moon is rather... captivating. I suppose that's a word that comes close to it. Captivating. It doesn't just get your attention. It draws you in, and once it captures you, you find yourself yearning its presence at every chance you get."

I love like everyone is writing their wattpad book and me I'm just writing my French homework

'It's beautiful isn't it? The moon.' - Ron Weasley

She laid his head on her lap. "The moon is beautiful, Isn't it?" As she looked into his eyes. He smiled softly, reaching for her hand. "I can die happy..." As he closed his eyes, she knew this was the end.

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” He mutters, arms propped on the railing to support his body. She looks at him, smiling for a brief moment before looking back up at the sky. He inaudibly sighs, the girl was dense after all. “It is. It’s shining so brightly.” She looks at him and smiled. He looks away, a bit disappointed. He turns to her again, planning to tell her what he meant but he was cut off when she placed a subtle kiss on his lips. She took him by the hand and looked at the moon. She whispered, quiet enough so that only the two of them could hear. “I love you too”

i was in front of target today with my mom, and saw a son and father playing violin to some songs. what really hurt was how their violin case was completely empty when i went up to them to give a couple bucks. i looked into the father’s eyes to wish him a good day, but his eyes were so... empty. it felt like all the happiness inside of him was sucked out and put into the music. the songs they played were cheerful, but their emotions felt so far away. truly the most emotional thing i’ve seen in person since a long time. i just wish everyone could stay humble and thankful for all they have because not everyone is as privileged as you may be.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it ?" Said my grandmother on her death bed Alongside the tears running down my cheek I nod with a tired smile traced on my face. "It was my only source of hope when I'd had left my lover to war, "at least we're under the same pretty moon." He'd write to me in his hopeful letters " She whispered with a grand smile. Those words felt like a goodbye, her face was content as though she'd just had been a lady in love yesterday . "Remember me as the moon, and I'll come to you as its light to give you comfort and warmth" Her last sigh came out as her body ran out of her soul, and there she was finally in peace.

Being a moonchild is one of the most beautiful things that ever happened to me. Just remember, the moon is always there to look out for you even when the sun shines or the sky gets cloudy, it's always there. So if you ever feel alone, just know that the moon will always be by your side, wherever you may be. I love you and I hope I made you smile today

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "it's morning in my country." "oh, right. sorry."

"the moon is beautiful isn't it" "It always been" Or "The stars are prettier" The first response is to say I love you back and the second one is to decline. Such a poetic way to declare your feelings

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it” “Yeah but... who are you?” “A memory”

currently listening to this while studying for physics and I feel majestic, enlightened and elegant.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she said as she slowly turned her head. it was nothing but silence as she gently stroked the grass a tear fell from her face "i wish you were still here to see it with me" she said smiling she looked back up at the moon "yeah, i wish you were here."

the glow of the moon is glossed over his face. she can’t help but admire the light beaming on his cheeks, she sighs realizing how deep in love shes fallen with this boy. “I hate you” she tells him the boy chuckles looking down, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I know”

Him: "the moon is beautiful right?" Me: "uhh random but yea" Him: "say your name" Me: "Luna?" Him: "what's Luna mean?" Me:"moon" Him: "yea I just called you beautiful" (My best friend said this to me the night before he moved halfway across the world)

"Yes, the moon is absolutely beautiful," she replied. And right then and there, she realized she had more love for the moon than she had ever felt for the man.

“The Moon is beautiful today” or “the moon is beautiful, isnt it?” Is a indirect way of saying “i love you” to someone. It doesnt literally mean that the moon is beautiful, just to the people watching

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, wanting to confess to the love of his life for so long. he was scared at first, but he got the courage to do so. but the woman uttered a single sentence that would change his entire life. she replied with a simple: “you’re eyes are more beautiful.” he stood there in shock while the woman held his hand. she smiled at him. memories of her and him were flashing at that very moment. too bad, she wasn’t there to begin with.

the moon knows our deepest regrets, fears, memories, secrets. we tell it every night sometimes without realizing it. we see the moon only at night, revealing ourselves to the mysterious, beautiful rock we call the moon. maybe that’s why the moon is there. to give us a light that lights up our deepest, darkest thoughts. and it may be the truest of friends. it leaves but always comes back to listen to our lives be told and imagined every night.

“the moon is beautiful isn’t it?” “I’m blind”

everyone is writing their wattpad books and i'm proud of myself for being early to the video right after i subscribed

"the moon is beautiful isn't it" "bestie what🧍‍♀️'

''Do you think, that moon can cry?'' she asked when he entered. ''I think it could,'' he said '' I think it would weep stars in navy blue as they circle around in orbits of glitter, raining down to our mortal feet, so many that we can't think of wishes anymore, just satisfied with the beauty in grief.''

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "So true queen."

The moon is beautiful isn’t it? For the moon is alone Crying during the day only to shine at night It’s broken, all these scars Yet it shines so bright, Bringing beauty to the darkness So far from the stars. So lonely Yet so beautiful

You were tired. Tired of all the burden you carry for so long. Finding yourself in a particular spot that you always feel at ease in. Looking up at the night sky, there are no stars in sight just _the moon_ . " The moon is beautiful isn't it? " A voice from behind said. You look at them , a person you never met yet have a familiar feeling to them. " The moon is really beautiful " you replied back giving them a smile.

The first one made me cry just because how beautiful it is. Classical music can have so many emotions with just so little. I’m glad I’m into it because I get to hear all these beautiful pieces before I die

"Hey," He says. Glancing at him, you wear a small smile. "Yes?" "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You were taken aback at his words, before dipping your head backward in laughter, your gaze fixing on the vast night color of black above, before sighing with a simpering smile. "You don't think I know what that means?" I tease him, raising a brow. He erupts into a flustered reaction, before bringing his hand to his nape and chuckling nervously. His eyes look at anywhere else but at yours, as you take steps towards him. The moonlight had shaded his face perfectly, angling his jaw and his eyes in such a beautiful viewpoint. Your mouth slightly opened, agape, at how breathtaking he looked during the night. "Cheesy. But, I'll let it pass," You reply, and his eyes widen, his whole body turning abruptly to face you. His eyes glistened against the moon's luminescence, as he exhales a breath of disbelief. It's as if he was asking himself, was this real? Was he dreaming? The answer's no. He wasn't. This wasn't a dream. It was you standing in front of him with a prompted answer of 'yes', just said in a different way. His surprised expression fades, his eyebrows suddenly drawing down together, his face turning into a guise you couldn't quite discern. He takes sure steps towards you, just one or two because you were already so close to each other. His face was barely even inches from yours, and you could feel butterflies blooming from the pit of your stomach, your whole body froze. Both anxiety and hope came over you, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He gently smiles, no longer nervous or embarrassed. Moving a hand to your face, he uses his thumb to stroke your cheek affectionately, his eyes studying your features. He tucks strands of your hair behind your ear, one thing that made you melt inside. You fix your eyes on him, as he reciprocates your doing, and you could tell that how he's looking at you is something you can only get once in a lifetime. It's one of the rarest things you've seen. It's as if you're so precious, so fragile, so beautiful, that he doesn't want to break you. And you were right. He does think so. No, he *knows* so. You were fascinating. You were celestial. You were so pretty. "I love you," He breathes, without even becoming conscious of it. You shakily exhale, before placing your hand on top of his, which still remained laying on your face, gently squeezing it. He removes the few inches left between the two of you, kissing your lips. Bringing a hand to your waist, he slowly pulls you in closer, as you gasp, before kissing him back with pure passion and contentment. To the moon and back, you knew it would be him. ❗ ❗ ❗ Edit: thank you all so much for your kind comments! i'm moved, wow guys tysmm

"You're loved. Do you know that?" "No. Nobody said this to me yet." "Well I do now. You're loved." *looks up to the sky* "The moon is beautiful isn't it?" "Yes. Yes it is."

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" "I can die happy" that is the appropriate response to the phrase btw

the moon was her only friend, her best friend, or even maybe her lover. the moon knew all her little secrets that even her diary would never know. the moon knew her better than anyone else. the moon saw her grow up and was there for her through ups and downs. the moon was truly her everything.

Why is no one talking about isabellas lullaby at the end? 😩🤚 the playlist is romantic and then suddenly there’s a song about eating children

uh, i think i ruined the mood here. but, please don't delete this playlist- my cat just died today, me and her always listened to this playlist all the time when we're together, and this playlist reminds me of her:) so please don't

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” “So are you.” “What?” “What?” “…”

Dear random person, you have a good music taste

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” Please don’t cry my darling... though I must go when you awaken, I promise to be here when you fall asleep.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? The moon...” - Ron Weasley drunk on a love potion 💜

" The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" he said slowly kissing her cheek "yes my love but without you its lost its shine, without you I've lost mine too." she said as he slowly faded away in the midnight mist, almost like he'd never been there all along.

" You know Estelle, I always found u weird " he said while looking up towards the moon. " How so? " she said while chuckling. " I don't know. That's probably why am attracted to u. " he laughed. " We may never meet again, but we will on the moon. " she said.

29:16 Isabella’s Lullaby really caught me off guard-

"The moon is beautiful isn't it?" The woman asked the man. "It is" Silence. The pair stares off into the distance, the woman reaching out for the man's hand as people walk by wondering what the woman is doing, Reaching out for nothing.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" She softly whispered to herself. Faintly remembering a man she had once and still loved. Although hazy, she forced to remember his appearance. She remembered him with golden shimmering hair and red ruby eyes that would always tend to danger but strangely becomes soft as he looks at her. A formal attire fit for the little sun of the empire. But she can't remember how he looks like other than these. A tear found it way down her cheek, disappointed to herself. She smiled in pain. "I've always wanted to escape your world, but strangely, I want to go back"

FINALLYYYYY!!! A “classical” playlist with classical music and not just sad instrumental modern music!!!

" The moon is beautiful, isnt it?" Six words you said to me that will never leave my mind. It is beautiful, but never as beautiful as you are, my dear. Please come back to me.

“A warm night in Paris huh?” The strange man says “yes indeed it is it’s such a beautiful night though” the lady smiles at him just then a violinist starts playing a beautiful melody “would you like to dance with me?” He holds his hand out to her “but...I don’t know you..” she says “just because we’re strangers doesn’t mean that we can’t dance to the beautiful song” he smiles it’s very dark the only thing to be seen is the bright blue moon and the soft yellow lights that surround them she grabs his hand “how do I know you won’t kidnap me” she laughs “guess your just gonna have to trust me” they dance and dance for a while and that the end he dips her and when he brings her back up he could see her beautiful eyes and he was astonished by her beauty he takes her hand and places a soft kiss on it “we’ll meet again I’m sure of it” he smiles and walks away

This music is the perfect reminder that life is worth living. I wish everyone who clicked on this video the most love, peace and abundance. You’re so much closer than you realize. I love you

"Luna, I love you. Always and Forever." "Sol, I love you too. Until the next solar eclipse." "Yes. Until the next solar eclipse." And the moon and sun part aways and says goodbye to each other. 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠𝑒.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked We were sitting on the soft grass near the crystal lakes that reflect the night sky, watching the stars twinkling above us. A faint noise of party that filled with laughter and music can still be heard in a distance, but we were too focus the beauty of the quietness in the clearing. He sit next to me, a little further away , to give me some space. "I....I never been this close to the moon before.." I muttered "Really?" "From where I came from, the moon is always so far away, far from within my reach. It small yet it's very lovely when you stare at it, but now it's feels like I could touch it." I said as I reached my hand to the moon. "I'm glad you like it.......but that's not what I meant.." "Then what is it?" He rubbed his neck from the back, turning his gaze away from me "It's............it's really hard to say it.."

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it? "Only with you," he says while looking at her in the eyes, with a sweet, yet sad smile while holding tight onto her. she looks at him, with her eyes filled with tears, lips turning pale. "I love you, always have, and always will", she says, with tears rolling down her pale cheeks. "I love you too," he says with a shaky voice and a broken heart. "now go to sleep," he says with his tears falling on her cheeks, while she slowly closes her eyes.

sounds like something sokka would say

look at the moon she is looking at it too feel her with your eyes and heart

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” the older lady asked. “I know, she told me she’d make the nights pretty for me.” the young man answered.

this is my first one (be nice) POV: “i will never forget you” i breath onto my window while i hold the locket up to my lips. My feet begin to dance and i imagine my lover holding me in his arms. The Moon sways with me and i chuckle. While my hair dances in the wind blowing through the open window, everything suddenly turns into a marble ballroom. The moon’s face turns into (loves name). Tears cascaded down my face and dye my dress a ocean blue. An orchestra begins to play and the sounds float in the room. We hold each other for so long. He whispers into my ear “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” .... *ive never got so many likes ty* *btw i have wattpad ( eluisatheelf )

there is something so poetic about the moon. we will never truly know her yet in some ways she is all we will ever know. i remember as a child watching the moon follow me home no matter how fast my dad drove, looking out my window in the cold and lonely night seeing her loving face shine down on me, she was there the first time i felt numb and the first time i felt truly happy. some things i will never know, but i do know the moon is the one thing that will never leave me.

"The moon is pretty isn't it ?" " I have always looked at it wishing that I will see you face to face " " I also did stare at it every night remembering your picture from my last dream , and wondered who is more beautiful you or the champagne moon ?" The story of two people from two different worlds who had dreams about each other ,fell in love and promised to never love anyone but each other and years later they have met , they're first hug felt like finding your other half, they both melted in that hug and promised to keep what they have forever .

"The moon is beautiful...isn't it?" *"John. it's 10 in the morning."*

The moon is beautiful, isn't it? He said to her as his lips slowly curved into a smile. How mesmerizing it was, to see her eyes flicker under the bright moonlight. Her hair dances elegantly, matches his heartbeat. He slowly brought his head close to her and eventually laid his head on her shoulder. They were on top of the building, might as well be on top of the world. " So, is this love? " he asked her for the last time, before he closed his eyes. Eternally. He was so in love with her, he was sick yet so contented. He promised her " We'll meet again. In another universe, our chapter shall continue.. but for now, my character ends here. Go continue your story, and find your prince charming, my beautiful Aurora. I love you, my galaxy.."

Sokka: “My first girlfriend turned into the moon.” Zuko : “That’s rough, buddy.”

it hits different when ur watching the moon and talking to it

"you're perfect, my love." he whispered to her, his eyes full of pity. she froze, hearing these words. suddenly the whole world around her stopped turning. time felt nonexistent and the moment seemed to last forever, but she didn't mind. she didn't mind at all. he lay his cold hands on hers, squeezing them ever so gently. the comfort he gave her sent shivers down her neck and to her spine. "I've ne-never been told that before.." she breathed, as she repeated his words in her mind. he managed a faint smile. "I know, darling. i wanted to be the first to ever say so." he let out a deep breath, which the cold breeze froze. the silence grew loud, the tension between them seemed almost... almost magical. they just stood there, holding hands while gazing up to the sky. "say... isn't the moon beautiful tonight?" she managed to say "it is.. it really is." all the books she had read described this feeling as butterflies in the stomach. but... butterflies? why butterflies? it didn't at all feel like some insects fluttering their magnificent wings, especially in the stomach. in fact, she heard a faint harp and piano harmonizing in the background. she didn't feel, she heard. she heard the piano striking its high notes, and the harp's angelic notes seemed to soothe her ears. the music stopped abruptly. where did it go, she thought? that's when she realised. she realised that she woke up. sighing, she put her hand to her head. another dream about him. i need to let him go. it's been months since he broke the trust of their relationship. but she missed him too much, her love for him was too much to handle. she despised seeing him with another girl, telling those same exact words to her, making her feel like she was "special". she needs to let it go, she told herself once more, holding a dreaded tear back. - alex (I'm not a writer so pls don't expect much haha I just did this for fun)

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” No answer The silence was too loud Tears started to gather in her eyes, pooling. She had no more motivation, drained and exhausted. She cries out, screaming and yelling; all the people in her mansion hearing her cries as it echos through the spaceful place. Breaking down while having dinner, dressed in a red night gown. Tears rolling down her cheeks. The maids pitied her because she had nobody by her side. Love only could make her happy. She was starving for touch.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Will you stay with me, for I cannot let you go. I beg of you, to not leave me as we stand under the moonlight, basking in the glow that lights us aflame. If I kissed your soul, would you turn and repent?

-The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? -Como cada noche, si... es hermosa, el hombre en la luna es muy afortunado. -??? -ah, si, no hablas español, i am sorry.

he has no idea.. i’m daydreaming about him 24/7 to playlist like that.. I wish I could meet him

Who ever the fu** disliked this needs to post up because I’m in my cells how are they not 😭