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 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.
It’s not really about how many lifetimes you would spend loving the same person, though. It’s about getting just one chance, just one life, and choosing them out of everyone anyway.
November 25, 2025 at 5:49 AM
It’s not really about how many lifetimes you would spend loving the same person, though. It’s about getting just one chance, just one life, and choosing them out of everyone anyway.
Here’s the lesson I learned the hard way: Love is only scary when you’re falling and there’s no one to catch you.
November 24, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Here’s the lesson I learned the hard way: Love is only scary when you’re falling and there’s no one to catch you.
[Unsent text. 9:07am] Sorry I have to cancel our plans today. I’ve been loving you extra hard lately and I’m still recovering.
November 24, 2025 at 7:40 AM
[Unsent text. 9:07am] Sorry I have to cancel our plans today. I’ve been loving you extra hard lately and I’m still recovering.
Confessions come in many forms: a touch that lingers, a look that says it all, a glass of water left for you on the counter, an attempt to make you laugh, an effort to soothe your fears, a permanent offer for company. The heart finds a way to get the message across.
November 24, 2025 at 7:39 AM
Confessions come in many forms: a touch that lingers, a look that says it all, a glass of water left for you on the counter, an attempt to make you laugh, an effort to soothe your fears, a permanent offer for company. The heart finds a way to get the message across.
Some days I like you so much I can’t bear to look away. Some days I love you much I can’t even look your way.
November 24, 2025 at 4:56 AM
Some days I like you so much I can’t bear to look away. Some days I love you much I can’t even look your way.
When does love begin? Is it when you start to look for someone in every room? Or when you lean towards their body as if pulled by gravity? Perhaps it’s when your fingers reach for their hand without your permission; a heart claiming what it wants.
November 24, 2025 at 4:55 AM
When does love begin? Is it when you start to look for someone in every room? Or when you lean towards their body as if pulled by gravity? Perhaps it’s when your fingers reach for their hand without your permission; a heart claiming what it wants.
‘Do you think we ever met in a past life?’ You ask, smiling like you enjoy the notion.
I think I’ve loved you in every single one. This feeling feels ancient, rooted into my soul. But what I say is: ‘I don’t know. But I’ll find you in the next one so I can annoy you some more.’
I think I’ve loved you in every single one. This feeling feels ancient, rooted into my soul. But what I say is: ‘I don’t know. But I’ll find you in the next one so I can annoy you some more.’
November 24, 2025 at 4:52 AM
‘Do you think we ever met in a past life?’ You ask, smiling like you enjoy the notion.
I think I’ve loved you in every single one. This feeling feels ancient, rooted into my soul. But what I say is: ‘I don’t know. But I’ll find you in the next one so I can annoy you some more.’
I think I’ve loved you in every single one. This feeling feels ancient, rooted into my soul. But what I say is: ‘I don’t know. But I’ll find you in the next one so I can annoy you some more.’
And just like that, a hug became a home.
November 24, 2025 at 4:52 AM
And just like that, a hug became a home.
You are too good to be true and right from the start I knew there was no getting over you. Impossible to forget, to regret, a threat; how does a heart survive this sort of fall?
November 24, 2025 at 4:50 AM
You are too good to be true and right from the start I knew there was no getting over you. Impossible to forget, to regret, a threat; how does a heart survive this sort of fall?
It’s a claiming, you see? It’s me picking you and you picking me. To have, to hold, to annoy until we’re old. It’s your name carved on the bark of my heart and mine stitched into the seam of yours. It’s been like this from the start. It will be like this even when we’re apart.
November 24, 2025 at 4:49 AM
It’s a claiming, you see? It’s me picking you and you picking me. To have, to hold, to annoy until we’re old. It’s your name carved on the bark of my heart and mine stitched into the seam of yours. It’s been like this from the start. It will be like this even when we’re apart.
I’m fluent in many languages: mine, yours, and the unspoken ones we use to spell love. I’ve written you notes in all of them.
November 3, 2025 at 7:36 AM
I’m fluent in many languages: mine, yours, and the unspoken ones we use to spell love. I’ve written you notes in all of them.
I was blessed with lips and you were blessed with a waist and it would be such a waste not to put them together.
November 2, 2025 at 12:54 PM
I was blessed with lips and you were blessed with a waist and it would be such a waste not to put them together.
I’m good at making excuses but I can’t stop the blush, the insufferable flush, when you wrap your hands around me. My mouth is a liar but my body is a traitor: it always gives my heart away.
November 2, 2025 at 12:49 PM
I’m good at making excuses but I can’t stop the blush, the insufferable flush, when you wrap your hands around me. My mouth is a liar but my body is a traitor: it always gives my heart away.
This could work or this could hurt so you’ll have to be brave and I’ll have to be strong. A happy ending takes more effort to conquer than a tragedy, and more courage to hope for.
November 2, 2025 at 12:48 PM
This could work or this could hurt so you’ll have to be brave and I’ll have to be strong. A happy ending takes more effort to conquer than a tragedy, and more courage to hope for.
They know what your smile looks like but I have felt it pressed against my skin. They have heard your laughter but I have been the cause of it, time and again.
This isn’t a competition or a game, but aren’t I the winner anyway?
This isn’t a competition or a game, but aren’t I the winner anyway?
November 2, 2025 at 12:48 PM
They know what your smile looks like but I have felt it pressed against my skin. They have heard your laughter but I have been the cause of it, time and again.
This isn’t a competition or a game, but aren’t I the winner anyway?
This isn’t a competition or a game, but aren’t I the winner anyway?
On Sundays we yearn deliciously, a devastating amount
November 2, 2025 at 11:28 AM
On Sundays we yearn deliciously, a devastating amount
To say someone’s name just because you miss them and you like the way it tastes on your tongue (and other tiny clues of love)
November 2, 2025 at 11:25 AM
To say someone’s name just because you miss them and you like the way it tastes on your tongue (and other tiny clues of love)
There’s a type of affection born from years of knowing someone so well you can tell what they need from a look. The casual comfort of a hand on your back or fingers patting down a stray hair, flicking your chin in a practiced tease. Knowing what to give and doing it with ease.
November 2, 2025 at 11:16 AM
There’s a type of affection born from years of knowing someone so well you can tell what they need from a look. The casual comfort of a hand on your back or fingers patting down a stray hair, flicking your chin in a practiced tease. Knowing what to give and doing it with ease.