Fran

galacticidiots.bsky.social

30 March 2025 15:16

Hair so pattable, cheeks so pokeable, waist so grabbable… you’re like a human stress ball, I have to squeeze you all over.

Fran

galacticidiots.bsky.social

30 March 2025 15:16

My favourite colour? The exact shade of your eyes. Or whatever. It doesn’t mean anything.

Fran

galacticidiots.bsky.social

18 March 2025 15:20

Eyes too bright, cheeks too soft, smile too sweet — I need to put you inside a music box and watch you dance around and around.

Fran

galacticidiots.bsky.social

16 March 2025 15:33

I have to have you (inside the pocket of my jeans, close to my heart in a heart-shaped necklace, decanted into a bottle of perfume, pressed like a flower between the pages of my favourite book, dangling from my window like a wind chime that giggles when the breeze tickles it)

Fran

galacticidiots.bsky.social

11 March 2025 15:13

You’re the universe in the shape of a person, half-sunshine, half-flesh; too bright to look at, impossible to look away from. Half-solid, half-air; you make it easier to breathe when you’re there.