miku

soft masc, 28.

[ogyearner]

miku • 28 • soft masc lesbian

respectful freak. thinker. spiritual wanderer.

i'm fascinated by souls, human nature, synchronicities, the unseen, and the strange ways people find each other. i spend a lot of time thinking about love, longing, healing, identity, and the quiet things we don't usually say out loud.

expect a mix of yearning, spiritual rambles, devotion, flirtation, many respectfully freaky posts, and whatever else lives rent-free in my head.

deeply into femme lesbians. a service top at heart. I love giving, but I love being cared for just as much.

intimacy, to me, has always been about presence before anything else.

aquarius sun. libra moon. libra rising.

independent yet deeply observant, and if you're the right person, you'll find the softest human beneath it all.

more of a loner than a social butterfly, but i like to believe the right people always find each other.

asks and messages are always open.

be kind. be respectful. stay a while. :)

[ogyearner]

I was never meant for a woman with a heart of stone.

[ogyearner]

I like how wholesome your page is <3

thank you, sweet, sweet human!

it means a lot to me.

you can always stop by here if life ever feels too heavy :)

[ogyearner]

hi, my love.

how has your day been so far, hm?

did you eat well?

did you sleep okay last night?

are you happy, baby?

please make sure to drink enough water today, pretty angel of mine.

keep your heart gentle and your energy safe.

do something lil that makes you smile.

and when your day is over, come tell me all about it.

i'll listen to everything.

i'm here.

i'll always be here.

♡

- miku

[ogyearner]

let me use your cum as my lip balm.

[ogyearner]

someday soon,

i'll meet someone who won't let go of me so easily.

someone who chooses us before walking away.

someone who reaches for my hand instead of the door.

someone who needs to hear my voice at the beginning of her day and before she closes her eyes at night.

someone who yearns for me as deeply as i yearn for her.

and so shall it be.

[ogyearner]

im the type to remember the veins on her hardened nipples.

[ogyearner]

When I'm in love, my lover becomes my religion.

She is the deity I devote myself to.

I worship her not because she asks me to, but because my soul cannot help itself. My eyes search for no one else. My heart belongs to no one else. In my world, she is the beginning and the end of every prayer.

I'll kiss her hands in gratitude. I'll kiss her feet in devotion, not because she stands above me, but because I cannot believe I get to love someone so extraordinary.

Loving her is my faith.

Choosing her is my ritual.

[ogyearner]

I want a grown love.

The kind that's so unbearably sure of each other that leaving never becomes the first language. I want to know you by memory. The moles on your shoulders that I kiss every morning and night. The way your eyes search for mine across a crowded room. The sound of your laugh before it escapes you. The way your body relaxes when you finally feel safe. Your lil snores I listen to religiously on our daily calls.

I want us to become so familiar that home is no longer a place. It's you. It's me. It's the quiet certainty that after everything life throws at us, we'll still find our way back into each other's arms.

[ogyearner]

my love,

when things become difficult, i won't let go of your hand.

let's not become strangers because life got heavy. let's not choose silence over understanding, or pride over love.

as long as you still want me beside you, i'll keep choosing you.

love is not always easy.

but you're worth staying for.

i hope, when my hands begin to shake, you'll hold mine just a little tighter too.

[ogyearner]

my sweetheart,

i've spent a lot of my life feeling alone.

not because people weren't around, but because I never really felt seen. I carried parts of myself so quietly that I started believing they weren't meant to be understood.

loneliness teaches you strange things.

it teaches you what silence feels like. it teaches you how much it hurts when someone only knows the version of you that smiles. it teaches you how deeply a person can long to simply be known.

and somewhere along the way, i made myself a promise.

when i meet you, i'll make sure you never have to wonder whether you're seen.

i want to know the stories you've never told anyone. i want to know what makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. i want to know the songs that remind you of childhood, the foods you ask for when you've had a terrible day, and the tiny habits you don't even realize you have.

i want to notice when your smile is genuine, and when it's only there because you're trying to protect everyone else.

i want to be the person who notices.

i want to listen to every thought that wanders through your mind, even the ones you think are too small to matter. i want to laugh with you until we can't breathe. i want to hold you when life feels too heavy. i want to celebrate every version of you, even the ones you struggle to love yourself.

most of all, i hope you'll know me just as deeply.

i hope you'll notice when my voice gets quieter than usual. i hope you'll recognize the days when I'm carrying more than i know how to say. i hope you'll learn the language of my heart the same way i want to learn yours.

i don't want us to love each other from a distance.

i want us to know each other so completely that comfort becomes our first language. i want our hearts to become familiar places. i want to look at you and feel like i've finally arrived home.

i don't want to spend my life searching for someone perfect.

i just want someone who is willing to know me, and willing to be known.

maybe that's what love really is.

not finding someone who never changes.

but finding someone you keep choosing to learn, over and over again.

I love you.

yours,

miku :)

[aidashakur]

[ogyearner]

my honey,

I hope you had a beautiful day today. If it happens to be morning when you read this, I hope today is gentle with you. I hope you find little reasons to smile. I hope something reminds you that life can still be kind.

Today was busy, but somehow you kept finding your way into my thoughts.

I don't know your name. I don't know your face. I don't know what your voice sounds like, or what country you call home. Maybe we've already crossed paths without knowing it. Maybe we won't meet for years. But somehow, I still think about you.

Lately I've been thinking about how people are mirrors. They arrive in our lives and quietly reflect the way we love ourselves.

When we don't pour enough love into ourselves, they often don't either. When we abandon ourselves, they slowly walk away too. The love we believe we deserve somehow becomes the love we continue to accept.

It made me wonder who we'll be when we finally meet.

Will I have learned to be kinder to myself by then?

Will you?

I hope we meet each other after we've both discovered that we were always worthy of the kind of love we spent so long searching for. I hope we don't expect each other to fix what only we could heal. I hope we simply choose each other because our hearts finally feel like home.

I started writing these little letters without knowing who would read them. Maybe they'll reach strangers. Maybe they'll reach you one day.

If they do, I hope you feel safe here.

I hope, even for a few minutes, these words make you feel a little less alone.

Maybe I'll keep writing like this.

Until we meet, wherever you are, I'll keep believing that somewhere in this enormous world, you're becoming the person I'm already grateful exists.

I'll be here, thinking of you.

Yours,

miku :)

[devilleworship]

I'm rooting for every lesbian that is looking for love and wants it so bad.

I'm rooting for you and for me because we deserve that.

And it's gonna happen. It is absolutely, unquestionably, going to happen and it's going to be amazing and wonderful and I can't wait for it.

So don't you worry about it. Because it is coming.

Xoxo

[thesweetiepienovels]

Do you ever think about how beautiful it is that humans cared so much about the universe that they even protested for Pluto, a celestial object they have never even seen with their own eyes, never touched, and will likely never visit? They fought for something in the cosmos because that is what humans do. We create meaning from the things we choose to care about. We assign significance to distant stars, forgotten places, and tiny worlds drifting through the dark and not because they belong to us, but because we belong to a universe we can’t help but love. Please just think about that for a moment, think about how beautiful that is, that we can feel such enormities of love for something so unimaginably far away. We are creatures that turn existence into meaning simply by caring.