luna hart

Joined October 2025

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Whispers of My Younger Self. AI-Generated.
I remember the laughter that once echoed in the empty hallways of my childhood home. The kind of laughter that had no audience, no performance—just pure, untethered joy. I remember running barefoot across wet grass, the sting of cold dew forgotten under the thrill of movement, and thinking, this is what life feels like.
By luna hart14 days ago in Motivation
Through the Fog of You. AI-Generated.
Obscured lights flicker through the rain-slick streets. The sound of footsteps echo faintly, splashing through puddles. Everything feels suspended, as if the city itself hesitates between breath and exhale. I feel his presence before I see him, a shadow dancing along the periphery of memory, brushing against my shoulder in the quiet hum of nostalgia.
By luna hart14 days ago in Fiction
Nothing’s Forever, and That’s the Part That Hurts. AI-Generated.
When you are forced to let go, the truth arrives without warning: life does not promise permanence. It never has. It just waits until you are attached enough to feel the loss. I learned that early. I learned it repeatedly. I learned it through absence.
By luna hart14 days ago in Families
I Didn’t Heal—I Adapted
I used to say I was healed because nothing hurt the way it used to. I could wake up without dread. I could sit in silence without shaking. I could talk about the past without my voice breaking mid-sentence. Those felt like milestones. Proof. Recovery is supposed to look like quiet, right?
By luna hart14 days ago in Humans
I Was Taught to Earn Love. AI-Generated.
I was taught to earn love the way others were taught to speak. Fluently. Carefully. With consequences for mistakes. Love arrived when report cards were clean and voices were quiet. When my shoes were lined up by the door, and my opinions stayed folded inside my chest. Approval didn’t come wrapped in warmth. It came as a nod, a softened tone, a temporary peace. Silence after failure said more than words ever could. No one needed to say, “You only matter if you do this right.” The message was embedded in every glance, every sigh, every delayed smile.
By luna hart14 days ago in Psyche