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“When you love me like gravity”

By Astrum

you don’t have to demand me — i give myself the moment your eyes soften. when you speak with quiet certainty, it feels like gravity brushing my spine — reminding me that falling is safe when it’s into you. i obey not because i must, but because you make devotion taste like freedom and love feels like breath. say stay and i will curl into your chest like a song that never wants to end. tell me wait and i will sit patiently, because i know the wait ends with your smile. you don’t break me — you hold me until all my sharp edges melt into the shape of us. with you, Obedience is not surrender. it’s coming home. again, and again, and again.

Paint

The picture in your mind when you think of art;

The artist on his pedestal place,

Dabbing his brush in paint,

Sweeping all his worries away.

The picture in your mind when you think of art;

A careful mix of colours and hues,

A careful tinge of another shade,

A story that never fades.

The picture in your mind when you think of art;

A bleak landscape of monochromes,

So very little tint,

A figure standing all alone.

The picture in your mind when you think of art;

Lush green landscapes,

So very simple,

A doorway to escape.

The picture in your mind when you think of art;

The artist on his pedestal place,

Painting a scene so lovely,

Whose model is as sweet as honey.

The silence is unbearable.

No words are spoken but everything else is so loud.

mood

"I don't want perfect — I want real"

I don’t crave filtered smiles or captions dipped in sugar lies. I want the crack in your voice when you speak what no one else hears. Give me the girl whose eyeliner smudges at midnight because she was too busy chasing stars to care about the mirror. Show me the woman who laughs like thunder, cries like poetry, loves like fire and walks away from games without flinching. I don’t need perfection. I need soul. Skin that shivers at truth, eyes that undress egos, hands that build, not break. Come as you are — messy, raw, unfiltered, all your bruises kissed by moonlight. That’s where I’ll meet you. Not in the scroll, but in the soul.

“I apologize for loving like wildfire”

If I loved too loudly — forgive me. If I stayed too long in the corners of your mind where you never invited me, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to love politely. I don’t know how to knock first before entering hearts. I only know how to arrive barefoot, with poems under my tongue, with eternity in my palms, with the kind of tenderness that burns more than it soothes. I only know how to stay until the walls crumble, until secrets spill soft in the dark, until skin forgets every name except mine. I apologize for loving like wildfire — but darling, no one ever taught me how to be rain. So I set myself on fire and called it devotion. And maybe that’s why people ran even when they swore they wouldn’t. Because no one wants to be loved so much it makes them see themselves naked. Not just skin — but soul, bone, all the hidden places they buried long ago. I wasn’t here to break you. I was just here to love you completely. But sometimes even that is too much.

“why do you have a gap in your resume” idk why is there a gap in your staff. worry about that

— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)

♥️☕︎︎.