spark&ashes

être dans la lune: to be lost in one’s thoughts, to be absent-minded; lit. to be on the moon.

[sparkandashes]

Kindness is so rare these days. It is attractive. Someone who's kind deserves to be loved.

[sparkandashes]

I fear neither rejection nor distance as much as I fear becoming an echo in a room where you remain entirely yourself.

My greatest act of restraint is pretending my heart is a smaller room than it truly is.

I keep dimming the lantern, afraid its brightness will blind you, while secretly hoping you still notice the light.

You are not asking for too little; I am simply arriving with entire seasons in my hands.

I have spent so long worrying that my love might overwhelm you that I never considered how lonely it is to keep an ocean pretending to be a glass of water.

Every time I choose not to reach for you, it is not indifference. It is affection trembling at the edge of its own magnitude.

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[sparkandashes]

I don’t know if I need love.

Love is such a large word,

full of promises people make

before they know what they are promising.

What I need is simpler.

When I fall apart,

I need someone willing to sit on the floor beside me.

Someone patient enough

to gather the pieces without rushing.

Someone who does not mistake broken

for finished.

If I am a puzzle,

I do not want to spend my life

searching for missing pieces.

I want to be whole.

And when I scatter,

as all things eventually do,

I want someone who remembers

what I looked like before the fall.

Someone who does not try to remake me.

Someone who simply helps me

put myself back together.

[catchymemes]

[sparkandashes]

There are endless nights I lie alone,

a warning whispered to your soul.

You scorch me with your fire,

but only when your fickle flames permit.

The rest of the hours, I smolder,

an inferno of desire that devours me whole—

I burn, I blaze, I am consumed

by the unquenchable hunger for you.

@sparkandashes

[sparkandashes]

There are endless nights I lie alone,

a warning whispered to your soul.

You scorch me with your fire,

but only when your fickle flames permit.

The rest of the hours, I smolder,

an inferno of desire that devours me whole—

I burn, I blaze, I am consumed

by the unquenchable hunger for you.

@sparkandashes

[blackhoody]

[sparkandashes]

What is love if not a cruel illusion: a moment’s bliss paid for with endless pain? What is love if not my heart reaching for you, asking to be yours?

[sparkandashes]

What is love but a beautiful illusion—

a fleeting joy, an endless ache,

and me, wanting to be yours?

@sparkandashes

[sparkandashes]

You know those twinkling fairy lights?

Strung up on balconies, wrapped around trees, lighting up cozy corners?

The ones that make everything feel a little more magical, like the world paused for a moment just to sparkle?

I’ve always imagined they hold stories. Little glimmers of hope, wishes whispered under winter skies, and dreams waiting to come true.

I hope, from now on, you see them that way too.

Not just lights, but tiny keepers of joy and wonder, reminding you to believe in the magic of the season.

That’s my Christmas wish for you.

[undertheinfluencex1]

current status: isolationship

[scorpionlafemme]

It’s all gonna work out in 2026.

[thelondonzhiloh]

[sparkandashes]

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[sparkandashes]

We may not end up together, but I always wanna be remembered as the kind, understanding and most compassionate lover one can let go but can’t ever hate.

@sparkandashes

[sparkandashes]

You were the fire I cupped in my palms until I forgot the burn was not warmth, and now my hands tremble from holding what was never mine to keep.

[sparkandashes]

Your heart is not a waiting room for people running late to their own affection. Walk out. Close the door gently. Some endings are the kindest things we can give ourselves.

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