Fran
@galacticidiots.bsky.social
🏳️🌈hobbies include: polluting the shades of Pemberley and writing silly love notes. all of these words are my own.
https://alterspring.org/@galacticidiots
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If people at work knew I was a full time yearner on the internet they wouldn’t ask me to “pay attention during this meeting” and other similarly unwhimsical things
December 3, 2025 at 9:53 AM
If people at work knew I was a full time yearner on the internet they wouldn’t ask me to “pay attention during this meeting” and other similarly unwhimsical things
There’s a kind of beauty that takes your breath away and it’s true what they say, that attention is the beginning of devotion. That love is not being able to look away.
December 3, 2025 at 9:52 AM
There’s a kind of beauty that takes your breath away and it’s true what they say, that attention is the beginning of devotion. That love is not being able to look away.
You love me; I would die and kill for you.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
December 3, 2025 at 9:48 AM
You love me; I would die and kill for you.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
I love you; I go on living for it, for us two.
I like how love softens your voice and tugs at the corners of your eyes. I like how it paints your face sweet and makes your touch gentle. I like that fondness is hard to miss because it refuses to stay locked inside the cage of your ribs where you heart lives.
December 3, 2025 at 9:46 AM
I like how love softens your voice and tugs at the corners of your eyes. I like how it paints your face sweet and makes your touch gentle. I like that fondness is hard to miss because it refuses to stay locked inside the cage of your ribs where you heart lives.
Love is the ribbon around my throat that squeezes every time you come near.
December 3, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Love is the ribbon around my throat that squeezes every time you come near.
Because the heart is a muscle, it has memory. It remembers you; what you’ve shared and what I’ve learned from watching you all this time.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
December 3, 2025 at 5:09 AM
Because the heart is a muscle, it has memory. It remembers you; what you’ve shared and what I’ve learned from watching you all this time.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
And if to be loved is to be known, no one has loved you better than me.
I’m the jealous type. I don’t like that the sun gets to kiss your cheeks or that hundreds of dawns met you before me or that your lips have curled into smiles I will never get to see.
December 3, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I’m the jealous type. I don’t like that the sun gets to kiss your cheeks or that hundreds of dawns met you before me or that your lips have curled into smiles I will never get to see.
For Christmas I want a necklace (a string of kisses left like crumbs, a little reckless)
December 3, 2025 at 5:07 AM
For Christmas I want a necklace (a string of kisses left like crumbs, a little reckless)
I’m good at dancing around the perimeter of all the things I can’t say. You’re good at smiling to hide the words that threaten to spill out when you look my way. But as our fingers graze in a barely there touch, the truth comes out anyway.
November 28, 2025 at 5:04 AM
I’m good at dancing around the perimeter of all the things I can’t say. You’re good at smiling to hide the words that threaten to spill out when you look my way. But as our fingers graze in a barely there touch, the truth comes out anyway.
People carry love in different places: in their eyes as a lingering look, in their hands as a soft touch, on their lips as the name they call out most. Sometimes it’s buried deep down their sleeve and it’s impossible to see unless they unbutton themselves and show it to you.
November 28, 2025 at 4:57 AM
People carry love in different places: in their eyes as a lingering look, in their hands as a soft touch, on their lips as the name they call out most. Sometimes it’s buried deep down their sleeve and it’s impossible to see unless they unbutton themselves and show it to you.
‘You’re my favourite person,’ I say, and you can’t quite mask the surprise. ‘Is that so hard to believe?’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 AM
‘You’re my favourite person,’ I say, and you can’t quite mask the surprise. ‘Is that so hard to believe?’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
‘A little.’
For a moment, my heart breaks.
‘Sometimes I say your name just because I miss you. I thought it was obvious.’
They say you should keep your enemies close so I’ll make one of you just so I can keep you closest of all. Within touching distance, close enough for our lips to brush.
November 28, 2025 at 4:53 AM
They say you should keep your enemies close so I’ll make one of you just so I can keep you closest of all. Within touching distance, close enough for our lips to brush.
When we met, one look was all it took. I knew I was in danger when you walked in and brought all the sunlight inside; I knew I was doomed when you walked out and took all the air with you.
November 27, 2025 at 4:38 PM
When we met, one look was all it took. I knew I was in danger when you walked in and brought all the sunlight inside; I knew I was doomed when you walked out and took all the air with you.
‘You’re so weird,’ I say, and what I mean is: I am so hopelessly endeared by your every quirk, quality, and flaw.
November 27, 2025 at 4:25 PM
‘You’re so weird,’ I say, and what I mean is: I am so hopelessly endeared by your every quirk, quality, and flaw.
What do you know of devotion? Of falling to your knees and pressing your face against someone’s stomach, and feeling gentle fingers run through your hair. Of knowing every story has an ending and this one could hurt you so badly but still loving them enough to let it happen.
November 27, 2025 at 4:19 PM
What do you know of devotion? Of falling to your knees and pressing your face against someone’s stomach, and feeling gentle fingers run through your hair. Of knowing every story has an ending and this one could hurt you so badly but still loving them enough to let it happen.
I push my luck as I push your buttons but this is how it always goes: You roll your eyes and scoff, laugh and whine and complain, but I always end up getting my way.
November 27, 2025 at 4:10 PM
I push my luck as I push your buttons but this is how it always goes: You roll your eyes and scoff, laugh and whine and complain, but I always end up getting my way.
An unstoppable force (the urge to flirt) vs an immovable object (annoying you instead)
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 PM
An unstoppable force (the urge to flirt) vs an immovable object (annoying you instead)
Of all the ways the body gives the heart away, laughter is the most obvious. It’s a side effect of fondness and it never fails to make it known that the person you can’t stop smiling at has taken your heart on loan.
November 27, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Of all the ways the body gives the heart away, laughter is the most obvious. It’s a side effect of fondness and it never fails to make it known that the person you can’t stop smiling at has taken your heart on loan.
If I ever see heartbreak at the bottom of the cup of coffee you make me, I will drink it anyway. I’d rather choke on the broken pieces of my heart than go without having had you at all.
November 26, 2025 at 5:19 AM
If I ever see heartbreak at the bottom of the cup of coffee you make me, I will drink it anyway. I’d rather choke on the broken pieces of my heart than go without having had you at all.
A kiss might ruin the friendship, but if a kiss is all it takes to take down what has been built brick by brick over so much time and shared laughter, then it was doomed from the start and you were always meant to lose part of your heart.
November 25, 2025 at 7:32 PM
A kiss might ruin the friendship, but if a kiss is all it takes to take down what has been built brick by brick over so much time and shared laughter, then it was doomed from the start and you were always meant to lose part of your heart.
What are my hands good for if not to grab your waist; a little greedy, a little needy, like I own it. Like it’ll be teeth I sink into it later instead of fingers.
November 25, 2025 at 7:30 PM
What are my hands good for if not to grab your waist; a little greedy, a little needy, like I own it. Like it’ll be teeth I sink into it later instead of fingers.
It lies unsaid between us but never unnoticed; I was so close to leaning in, you were so close to closing the gap. Isn’t that what love is? The closing of the gap between two hearts?
November 25, 2025 at 7:04 PM
It lies unsaid between us but never unnoticed; I was so close to leaning in, you were so close to closing the gap. Isn’t that what love is? The closing of the gap between two hearts?
Oh but what is a height difference if not the perfect excuse to make someone taller than you bend (down, over, to your will)?
November 25, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Oh but what is a height difference if not the perfect excuse to make someone taller than you bend (down, over, to your will)?
To be unhinged and pathetically intense about your fun little obsessions and yearnings is actually very freeing and good for you.
Source: my heart
Source: my heart
November 25, 2025 at 5:52 AM
To be unhinged and pathetically intense about your fun little obsessions and yearnings is actually very freeing and good for you.
Source: my heart
Source: my heart
I think maybe a nickname is just a misspelling of someone’s name made when the heart is holding the pen.
November 25, 2025 at 5:50 AM
I think maybe a nickname is just a misspelling of someone’s name made when the heart is holding the pen.