Fran
@galacticidiots.bsky.social
🏳️🌈hobbies include: polluting the shades of Pemberley and writing silly love notes. all of these words are my own.
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Desire is shown through the hands and yearning is worn in the eyes. The mouth is only good for two things: kisses and lies. That’s why I call you a friend even as my eyes dip to your lips, as my hands cling to your hips.
January 2, 2026 at 1:33 PM
Desire is shown through the hands and yearning is worn in the eyes. The mouth is only good for two things: kisses and lies. That’s why I call you a friend even as my eyes dip to your lips, as my hands cling to your hips.
You trip on curiosity before you fall in love. Sometimes you stumble into friendship or slip on desire. It’s an accident, really; love is what happens when someone steals all of your attention. A fall is inevitable when you don’t mind your step.
January 2, 2026 at 5:45 AM
You trip on curiosity before you fall in love. Sometimes you stumble into friendship or slip on desire. It’s an accident, really; love is what happens when someone steals all of your attention. A fall is inevitable when you don’t mind your step.
No flirting. I’ll just argue my point until you kiss me to shut me up.
January 2, 2026 at 5:45 AM
No flirting. I’ll just argue my point until you kiss me to shut me up.
Let’s try. Let’s give it a chance to fail before we deem it doomed. Let’s let it sting, let it break us. I would rather fall on a knife held by your hands than fall into the arms of anyone else.
January 2, 2026 at 5:44 AM
Let’s try. Let’s give it a chance to fail before we deem it doomed. Let’s let it sting, let it break us. I would rather fall on a knife held by your hands than fall into the arms of anyone else.
I think I have missed you longer than I have known you and that I will love you longer than I will have you. The sky is my witness: the moon has listened to me wax poetic about us two; Saturn wears the ring I saved for you.
January 2, 2026 at 5:44 AM
I think I have missed you longer than I have known you and that I will love you longer than I will have you. The sky is my witness: the moon has listened to me wax poetic about us two; Saturn wears the ring I saved for you.
Happy new year. I hope it’s a fun one. I hope you run out of problems but never out of joy. I hope your cup is always full and your head is always light. I hope you wear out your heart by loving everything an unreasonable amount.
January 2, 2026 at 5:44 AM
Happy new year. I hope it’s a fun one. I hope you run out of problems but never out of joy. I hope your cup is always full and your head is always light. I hope you wear out your heart by loving everything an unreasonable amount.
Some people are tiny suns and some are tiny moons and they spin and spin around each other in the sky. It may take a while for them to meet but when they do they make such a pretty sight.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
December 14, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Some people are tiny suns and some are tiny moons and they spin and spin around each other in the sky. It may take a while for them to meet but when they do they make such a pretty sight.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
An eclipse can be a meeting of lips, a merging of souls; so different but so alike.
You’re mine: to care for, to look after, to spoil; to disagree with, to piss off, to annoy; to beg forgiveness from, to absolve, to meet halfway. You’re mine to learn, you’re mine to love.
December 13, 2025 at 5:16 PM
You’re mine: to care for, to look after, to spoil; to disagree with, to piss off, to annoy; to beg forgiveness from, to absolve, to meet halfway. You’re mine to learn, you’re mine to love.
The nose scrunch of affection is one of my favourite things. Sometimes your face can’t keep your heart’s secrets and it shows.
December 13, 2025 at 3:01 PM
The nose scrunch of affection is one of my favourite things. Sometimes your face can’t keep your heart’s secrets and it shows.
‘What if it this doesn’t work?’ You ask, lips halfway to mine. ‘What if it ends?’
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
December 13, 2025 at 2:57 PM
‘What if it this doesn’t work?’ You ask, lips halfway to mine. ‘What if it ends?’
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
But endings are inevitable in life and I can think of worse ones. I wouldn’t mind meeting mine with a kiss that feels like a knife with lips.
To want someone so badly it makes you silly, makes you say stupid things and act in strange ways. To want someone so badly it keeps you up at night, keeps your thoughts busy, your mind foggy. To want someone this badly; is it a fall or a tragedy?
December 13, 2025 at 2:54 PM
To want someone so badly it makes you silly, makes you say stupid things and act in strange ways. To want someone so badly it keeps you up at night, keeps your thoughts busy, your mind foggy. To want someone this badly; is it a fall or a tragedy?
I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
December 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM
I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
[Unsent Text 7.12am] Meeting you was like getting back a part of myself I didn’t realise I was missing, and I just knew: It couldn’t have been anyone else after that. It couldn’t have been anyone else after you.
[Sent Text. 9.13am] Wake up loser
[Sent Text. 9.13am] Wake up loser
December 7, 2025 at 9:13 AM
[Unsent Text 7.12am] Meeting you was like getting back a part of myself I didn’t realise I was missing, and I just knew: It couldn’t have been anyone else after that. It couldn’t have been anyone else after you.
[Sent Text. 9.13am] Wake up loser
[Sent Text. 9.13am] Wake up loser
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. I have only ever wanted to give you my heart; you have only ever held it gently, and kept it safe.
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. But my heart is locked up tight, and you have the only key.
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. But my heart is locked up tight, and you have the only key.
December 7, 2025 at 9:08 AM
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. I have only ever wanted to give you my heart; you have only ever held it gently, and kept it safe.
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. But my heart is locked up tight, and you have the only key.
If friends is all we’ll ever be, that’s fine by me. But my heart is locked up tight, and you have the only key.
Love can be felt and given and taken but love can be worn, too, and it is often the most obvious sign. It’s in the necklace you give and the jacket you borrow and in the arm you keep around their waist like a belt, a subtle way to say: ‘mine.’
December 7, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Love can be felt and given and taken but love can be worn, too, and it is often the most obvious sign. It’s in the necklace you give and the jacket you borrow and in the arm you keep around their waist like a belt, a subtle way to say: ‘mine.’
Realised I addressed my Christmas wish for love to Satan instead of Santa and maybe that’s why relationships feel like a hellish crusade.
December 7, 2025 at 7:59 AM
Realised I addressed my Christmas wish for love to Satan instead of Santa and maybe that’s why relationships feel like a hellish crusade.
I promise to always know you well enough to know exactly which of your buttons to push and which to keep securely fastened. Which to quickly undo and which to slowly unravel.
December 7, 2025 at 7:50 AM
I promise to always know you well enough to know exactly which of your buttons to push and which to keep securely fastened. Which to quickly undo and which to slowly unravel.
Some people go together like parentheses; matching opposites, always curled towards one another, keeping the best parts of their story safe between them.
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Some people go together like parentheses; matching opposites, always curled towards one another, keeping the best parts of their story safe between them.
‘What’s mine is yours’, I say, and I mean my clothes, my food, and my heart. You have left fingerprints on them all.
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
‘What’s mine is yours’, I say, and I mean my clothes, my food, and my heart. You have left fingerprints on them all.
I think if they erased my memories I’d remember you anyway. You’re branded into my soul, scorched into my heart. When they cut me down for wood they’ll see your initials carved into my bark.
December 5, 2025 at 4:36 PM
I think if they erased my memories I’d remember you anyway. You’re branded into my soul, scorched into my heart. When they cut me down for wood they’ll see your initials carved into my bark.
‘Did you see that?’ You ask.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
December 5, 2025 at 4:35 PM
‘Did you see that?’ You ask.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
As if you weren’t my attention’s sweet center. As if I could look anywhere else. As if I would.
The way you say a name is the first clue: with affection, held between your lips like something sacred. Shortened with affection, spoken with the kind of familiarity that betrays a favourite habit.
December 5, 2025 at 4:21 PM
The way you say a name is the first clue: with affection, held between your lips like something sacred. Shortened with affection, spoken with the kind of familiarity that betrays a favourite habit.
Everyone has a soft spot: a weakness that makes them strong, something they would give up everything for. Sometimes it’s a person, the one who gets away with everything. The one who got away, who is everything.
December 5, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Everyone has a soft spot: a weakness that makes them strong, something they would give up everything for. Sometimes it’s a person, the one who gets away with everything. The one who got away, who is everything.
Some people are so sweet they make your blood sugar spike and that’s why you feel a little lightheaded when you look their way, why you feel a sudden urge to take a bite. Coloquially called cuteness aggression.
December 5, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Some people are so sweet they make your blood sugar spike and that’s why you feel a little lightheaded when you look their way, why you feel a sudden urge to take a bite. Coloquially called cuteness aggression.
We call them butterflies, the fluttery beat of wings you feel in your chest when you stumble on love. Maybe that’s why ribs are cages; to stop our hearts from taking flight.
December 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM
We call them butterflies, the fluttery beat of wings you feel in your chest when you stumble on love. Maybe that’s why ribs are cages; to stop our hearts from taking flight.