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hopefully becoming more active again <3 he / him

[constellatedlove]

subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

[constellatedlove]

something about being associated with beauty and creation in the world. maybe im sappy but someone sent me an album they listened to and said it just had my vibes. i honestly do not even mind if i don’t vibe with the music at all. that doesn’t make it an incorrect association or something negative. this person consumed something that someone put emotion into creating and i became a thought in their mind. my being has imprinted on this person enough that i am thought of in my absence. thought of in reference to art. in reference to an experience. there is so much of me in the world to some people, and so little in others, and sometimes there’s this lovely surprise middle ground where you’re more around for someone than you thought.

[constellatedlove]

it’s beautiful, really. the way you encourage the person in the group to keep talking after the noise drowns them out. how you offer to walk with your friends, even for short trips. how you remember little details about the people you love, taking note to maybe bring them some future joy. the way you know the signs and signals of the people you love, what they’re needing and when. how you show people love you never received, to make sure they don’t have to hurt the way you have. the way you treat every heart you have the honour of holding so tenderly. it’s beautiful, and it is something you are also worthy of. you deserve such consideration and care. you deserve to be treated with kindness. the way you love is beautiful, as are you, and the generosity you show others will make its way back to you with time. 🤍

[constellatedlove]

for what is home, if not the warmth i feel when i hear your name.

[constellatedlove]

there’s a plane of existence in which your hand is in mine, our scraped knees and wild expressions almost mirror images. there’s a plane of existence that has a warm sunlit kitchen, where we move around clumsily. where dinner is prepared and enjoyed in tandem, bowls balanced on crossed legs, shoulders touching. there’s a plane of existence where your smile is captured a thousand times over in my photos, and your laugh is imprinted like a record in my mind. and while it isn’t this plane, i will take the warmth and love from afar and cradle it with tender arms. because in this plane, i know that no matter the time that passes, we will pick back up as if it never did. in this plane, we share stories and pictures, and your smile still brings a warmth to my chest. in this plane, i write poems for you, because they allow me to send fragments of my love across an ocean. in this plane i know you, in this plane i love you, and that’s all i really need.

[constellatedlove]

a message from my mum i wanted to share. i think about it a lot

[constellatedlove]

we were the same height and now you’re a head taller than me. but your grin ignites the same light behind your eyes and i can still tell the difference between your laughs. we went from school lunches and bike rides to dinners out and car rides. but you still say i love you at the end of every call and your contact name hasn’t changed. i love growing with you and as much as we’ve changed immeasurably there’s comfort in all the things that have grown with us, and all the things that have stayed familiar.

[constellatedlove]

you made it through another day, and now you’re one day closer to a better one- keep going

[greysfields]

I dreamt of you again. It was a beach this time, dusky and cool, the soft wind blowing your hair- longer than I’ve ever seen it or remember it, fluttering against the column of your neck. I think about you when I look at flowers and pictures of dinosaurs and when it’s your birthday (that was last week- how was it? I hope there was cake and laughter, and this is the first one I missed in years, and I think of last year and I remember your bright laugh and flashing lights and your shoulder flush against mine-). Happy birthday. I hope you’re doing good.

[greysfields]

let me start over again- in my dream we were hip-to-hip in a small kitchen, baking pastries and loving each other and ourselves without having to hide. if i loved a thousand lifetimes i would still remember your face, eyes scrunched shut in happiness while i grinned at you over my shoulder. if i loved a hundred lovers i'd remember you as the one who taught me how to love.

[flappyhappystim]

The text reads: “Being disabled is not a failure and does not make you “less than.” You have so much value regardless of what you can and can’t do as a result of your disability

[constellatedlove]

it’s spring, and the sun is so beautiful but i can’t stand it because you’re not here to rival it. the absence of your presence aches and i miss you and that’s the truth of it. that’s what it comes down to. i miss you and it haunts me.

[constellatedlove]

the moon is out, and it’s full, and suddenly i am six in the back of my parents car watching it follow us. and i am scrambling for that childhood innocence, for the same mind that saw the light in the sky and decided it was following after me so my parents could see where they were going. i wonder, how could i have been so cruel to that child? the same child who grew up sun kissed and wonder filled and devastated that bees were killed by their own protection. i wonder, how could i have patched up my own scraped knees, shown myself physical love, but denied myself emotional? i am nine and i am singing as i ride my bike because i think the wind drowns my voice out. and years later, i look back and think of how silly that sounds. i wonder, why was i so harsh? why should i throw darkness to put out the flame of my “silly” childhood beliefs? how was i to know better? i wonder, how can i live with the same wonder and curiosity as that child? i wonder, how would things have gone if i had shown myself the love i needed?

[constellatedlove]

i think you’ll always have a piece of me. and in turn I’ll have one of you. yours may sit in my grief right now, but with time i will learn to hold it to my heart and make peace with it. in time i will learn to grow, knowing part of me rests with you.

[cheruib]

i hope march lands softly like a bird on your shoulder and sings the sweetest song for you i hope its light drenches your soul i hope it leaves you stunned by its tenderness and more hopeful than ever

[snakeater-deactivated20260130]

you may think it’s no big deal but every sweet interaction is actually the most important thing in the world. sooo. take that

[prettypositivity]

there is something worth living for in every single day