♥️.

"So much soothing voice"

It was kind of a dick move to create animals that require air, then confine them to the freaking ocean

"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."

I am not sure how long I will love you,

But I know that it will last,

Until the moment the stars burn out,

For my feelings are pure as they are true,

Buried deep within my heart,

As impossible as it may seem,

You're the one who has fixed all of my broken pieces...

©️randik86

"The heart that truly loves never forgets."

Astrum

so when words fail me, and there's no wind in my lungs

please know that you are it all

my salvation, my saviour, my grace

"When a man loves like wildfire" By Astrum

i do not love like petals and poetry, i love like wildfires and earthquakes— the kind of love that cracks your ribs just to make room for my name. i am not soft, i am raw. when i touch you, i mean to carve my presence into the marrow of your bones, so even if the stars forget our names, your body remembers mine. i don’t promise forever — i promise depth. the kind of depth where you drown willingly, smiling as my chaos becomes your oxygen. come close, closer— until you realize you were never made for shallow touches. you were crafted for a love that leaves fingerprints on your soul. and baby, i have never known how to touch without leaving marks. — i love like wildfire. and you were born to burn.

"i’d memorize you in ways you forgot you existed"

"i’d memorize you in ways you forgot you existed" by Astrum

i wouldn’t ask for permission to admire you — i’d just do it. quietly. thoroughly. like i was built to notice you and no one else.

i’d memorize the way your breath hitches when you’re almost smiling, the exact second your eyes soften when you let your guard down, and the curve of your lips when you almost say what you’re scared to feel.

i’d learn you like my favorite song — not rushed, but looped forever. until every sigh, every glance, every unspoken ache was part of my heartbeat.

and when you forget how rare you are, i’d whisper it against your neck, press it into your skin, etch it into your bones — until you remembered that being wanted never had to hurt.

i raise it, hold it in front of me. show you, through someone else, a peek inside myself. a keen eye can see through it—but cutting words glance off at an angle. it's not me, just a reflection. and isn't that the point? vulnerability, by proxy. i trust you not to hurt me as far as i can reach into the mirror.

"To feel intensely and with compassion is not a sign of weakness, but the living proof of humanness." - Astrum