dearest-stardust

[dearest-stardust]

[dearest-stardust]

[dearest-stardust]

you can assume, that in every spare quiet moment i have to myself, i am on the brink of falling apart over the same old thing: yearning after what i can't and shouldn't be allowed to have

[dearest-stardust]

“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

— Lisa Unger (via enjols)

[dearest-stardust]

did you sleep well tonight? (I love you) we should do this one day (I love you) did you eat? (I love you) I brought you this because it's your favorite (I love you) have you taken your vitamins? (I love you) I made this for you (I love you) did you get home safe? (I love you) I made you some tea (I love you) how's the project that you're working on? (I love you) don't forget your umbrella (I love you) take my scarf (I love you) I'll wait with you (I love you) I'll wait for you (I love you) (I love you) (I love you)

[dearest-stardust]

you belong somewhere. one day, in some place (probably unknown to you now), you will feel at home. you will feel loved. you will feel like you belong, which is what you have been waiting for. it is coming please don’t worry about it too hard right now. when you are there you will know. i love you, you will feel at home soon.

[dearest-stardust]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[dearest-stardust]

The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbye: Ultramarine, ch. 5

[dearest-stardust]

i used to wonder why i never felt at home in places that were supposed to be one. now i understand. home isn't on my childhood street or tucked behind a closet door. it's in the warmth of your arms, the curve of your neck, the space where our legs entwine. it's hidden in the gentle grasp of your hands holding mine, the soft brush of your lips on my forehead, the melody of your laughter echoing in my ears. home is where i find peace, where i find you. it's where i know i belong.

[dearest-stardust]

everyone always talks about the passionate, crazy, almost intoxicating love that sweeps you off your feet. the love at first sight that makes it harder to breathe. they talk about the butterflies, the fireworks, the dizziness in your head. but can we also talk about the soft love? the kind with comfortable silence, knowing glances, and gentle touches. when you can feel the sun’s warmth spreading through your chest. the love that doesn't need arguments, jealousy, or constant reassurance. the quiet type of love.

[dearest-stardust]

soft places for sharp edges

an original poem by willowspoems

“it’s more than that--it’s a piece of my heart.”

so go ahead, leave that shard at mine. 

i’ll take care of it good, promise.

i’ll cradle it carefully, once shrouded in dust, i’ll polish it clean.

you don’t have to hide anymore or lock those things away.

i’ll tuck it somewhere safe and keep it close, so close—squeeze it warm until it knows it’s home.

i’ll gather up the pieces you left behind, fit them together until it feels whole again. until you feel whole again.

what’s yours is mine, now, after all.

i always figured i’d die a fragile death--limits left untested as i side-step craggy rocks and overlooked opportunities. 

but for you�� i’d live.

walk barefoot over every broken path, every sharp edge, if it meant carrying those fragments to a place they can heal. i’d rather shatter than stay safe, rather stumble than miss the weight of all that matters.

see, for you, I’d hold every jagged shard, let them press close, cut deep if they must, because this love of ours isn’t soft, isn’t careful; it’s a flame that burns, a fire of maturity that dares you to feel its heat.

i love every part of you—the easy pieces, the ones you wear like sunlight. 

and i love the parts you keep tucked away, the ones you think are too sharp, too shadowed, too much. 

the things you cradle close, afraid they’re too fragile to share or too heavy to hold.

my dear, I’m taking them all; 

learning the way they fit into you, loving them as fiercely as the rest—without hesitation, without condition.

i’ll carry them with the same tenderness, the same unflinching devotion.

so, remind me again… muddy feet, hot faucet, grass-freckled tub.

these wobbly fawn legs of mine can finally surrender; rest.

my head, too; sub these plush feathers for your beating chest. 

render me speechless, useless.

door open, jaw drop, breath caught, blonde locks.

your shirt slouching on my frame and my finger to your lips,

"i’ll take care of it."

[dearest-stardust]

doppelganger.

sometimes god likes to play a little trick

to try and test me and break my focus

and toss in my path someone who

looks a bit like you

sounds a bit like you

as if to tell me that i can never forget you

as if to say that you'll always be on my mind

as if i even needed that reminder.

[dearest-stardust]

i really wish platonic relationships were more important. i’m tired of losing friendships because i’m less important than their significant other. i hate that i’m automatically not as close to my friends because i’m not the person they’re dating/sleeping with. and i hate how whenever i complain about it the response is “you’ll find someone too someday!” like no I shouldn’t have to “find someone” to feel loved and important, maybe we should stop promoting investing all your time and effort and physical and emotional intimacy into one romantic/sexual partner idk

[dearest-stardust]

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

F. Scott Fitzgerald / This Side of Paradise

[dearest-stardust]

”i wish i could fill all that is empty.”

and you did.

and i don’t know what to do anymore.

i wish you had never touched my heart—that would have left my broken soul.

i had never known what it felt like to be whole.

so why did you have to pour your love into me? you filled my empty spaces like resin in a mold, like i deserved to live without bruises, polished and unbroken.

and then you left.

and i don’t know what to do anymore.

if i could go back and forget you, i would.

because it was easier to long for something that i never had than to miss something that was.

—yshro.

[dearest-stardust]

But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms

[dearest-stardust]

i have no more words left in me. what more can be said other than what's already been spoken and rephrased in a dozen different ways?

my feelings haven't changed

whether it be from four weeks ago, three months ago, or even twelve years ago