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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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.
‘I know you’re jealous,’ you say, a little too pleased. ‘But you don’t have to be.’
I’m too stubborn to reply with anything but a frown.
‘I know where I belong. I’m right where I want to be.’
The corners of my lips curl with an involuntary smile as your hand lands on my knee.
I’m too stubborn to reply with anything but a frown.
‘I know where I belong. I’m right where I want to be.’
The corners of my lips curl with an involuntary smile as your hand lands on my knee.
November 2, 2025 at 11:12 AM
‘I know you’re jealous,’ you say, a little too pleased. ‘But you don’t have to be.’
I’m too stubborn to reply with anything but a frown.
‘I know where I belong. I’m right where I want to be.’
The corners of my lips curl with an involuntary smile as your hand lands on my knee.
I’m too stubborn to reply with anything but a frown.
‘I know where I belong. I’m right where I want to be.’
The corners of my lips curl with an involuntary smile as your hand lands on my knee.
I won’t tell you I love you but there will be signs (I’ll say something silly just to make you laugh)
November 1, 2025 at 2:50 PM
I won’t tell you I love you but there will be signs (I’ll say something silly just to make you laugh)
You run your fingers through my hair as if you were touching the petals of a flower, marvelling at the softeness. I understand why people die for this feeling. Why they live for it.
November 1, 2025 at 5:13 AM
You run your fingers through my hair as if you were touching the petals of a flower, marvelling at the softeness. I understand why people die for this feeling. Why they live for it.
This week was exhausting. I need to eat something delicious and be kissed on the neck.
October 31, 2025 at 4:35 PM
This week was exhausting. I need to eat something delicious and be kissed on the neck.
If only time could go a little slower for us. There are so many things I still don’t know about you. There is so much left to love.
October 31, 2025 at 3:26 PM
If only time could go a little slower for us. There are so many things I still don’t know about you. There is so much left to love.
I wonder how you feel about me all the time. You wonder if keeping your distance will keep those feelings in line.
October 31, 2025 at 3:25 PM
I wonder how you feel about me all the time. You wonder if keeping your distance will keep those feelings in line.
You were talking and I was listening, I swear, but my mind got a little lost in thoughts of you. Like the way your mouth moves and how it would feel against mine if I were brave enough to try to steal a kiss or two.
October 31, 2025 at 9:46 AM
You were talking and I was listening, I swear, but my mind got a little lost in thoughts of you. Like the way your mouth moves and how it would feel against mine if I were brave enough to try to steal a kiss or two.
No need to go out on Halloween. You’re already such a treat and I know so many tricks.
October 31, 2025 at 9:46 AM
No need to go out on Halloween. You’re already such a treat and I know so many tricks.
Slow burn friendships are a special sort. It takes a while for love to take root, for affection to grow. But once it does, it does not stop until the branches are tangled up like vines and you don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
October 31, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Slow burn friendships are a special sort. It takes a while for love to take root, for affection to grow. But once it does, it does not stop until the branches are tangled up like vines and you don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
‘I hope you never fall out of love with me,’ you say, as if it were something possible, plausible.
But how could I? Why would I, when love is as much chance as it is choice and I make mine every time I look into your eyes.
But how could I? Why would I, when love is as much chance as it is choice and I make mine every time I look into your eyes.
October 30, 2025 at 5:17 PM
‘I hope you never fall out of love with me,’ you say, as if it were something possible, plausible.
But how could I? Why would I, when love is as much chance as it is choice and I make mine every time I look into your eyes.
But how could I? Why would I, when love is as much chance as it is choice and I make mine every time I look into your eyes.
This is the kind of love that lingers. Three lifetimes from now I will pass by you on the street and the smell of your perfume will make me pause, turn. The sound of your voice will make my hands shake, reach out. My memory might not remember but my soul will never forget you.
October 30, 2025 at 4:47 PM
This is the kind of love that lingers. Three lifetimes from now I will pass by you on the street and the smell of your perfume will make me pause, turn. The sound of your voice will make my hands shake, reach out. My memory might not remember but my soul will never forget you.
This Halloween you should let me bite you. As a treat.
October 30, 2025 at 4:17 PM
This Halloween you should let me bite you. As a treat.
I drew a line called off-limits and then danced along the edge, every touch a close call, every tease a near miss. You drew a line and called it friendship, but friends don’t look at each other like this.
October 30, 2025 at 4:15 PM
I drew a line called off-limits and then danced along the edge, every touch a close call, every tease a near miss. You drew a line and called it friendship, but friends don’t look at each other like this.
Some people wear their heart on their sleeves and that’s why they make a habit of reaching for what and for who they want. Others wear their feelings on their eyes and that’s why their gaze softens when they look at the one who makes their heart melt.
October 30, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Some people wear their heart on their sleeves and that’s why they make a habit of reaching for what and for who they want. Others wear their feelings on their eyes and that’s why their gaze softens when they look at the one who makes their heart melt.
Autumn is for the hopeless romantics because hearts are just like leaves: they fall.
October 30, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Autumn is for the hopeless romantics because hearts are just like leaves: they fall.
Somewhere along the line I tripped over you and my heart fell on your lap and ever since then I have not been able hold eye contact for longer than three heartbeats without giving my feelings away.
October 30, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Somewhere along the line I tripped over you and my heart fell on your lap and ever since then I have not been able hold eye contact for longer than three heartbeats without giving my feelings away.
Because I can’t always wrap the gift of your waist with a bow of arms, I’ll slip a ring around your finger, kiss your knuckles and let my lips linger; just another way to say ‘this is mine.’
October 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Because I can’t always wrap the gift of your waist with a bow of arms, I’ll slip a ring around your finger, kiss your knuckles and let my lips linger; just another way to say ‘this is mine.’