uncrowned-goddess:

You’re both sprawled underneath the midnight sky, waiting for the moon to turn blood red. Her hands are right there, inches away from yours, close, close, close. Your fingers itch towards her, but instead you turn your hands towards the sky, reaching out.

“You’re so lucky,” she says “you’re named after those.” her hands point vaguely at the sky.

You look up to the stars, and maybe there is some way you’re connected with them. They have always been an obsession of yours, but when she’s lying beside you, you think that maybe there are some things more worthy of being obsessed with.

“Do you know how to figure out constellations?” She asks

You don’t, not really, but you tell her that you do. She knows you don’t but listens to you talk anyway.

You make it up as you go, pointing out shapes that are not quite there, and when you speak, she listens. Like right now, the hazy shape of a stallion is all that matters. The archers and anchors you speak of make no sense but she’s nodding along anyway.

Laughter spills from her lips when she admits she knew you were bullshitting. And you are happy, happy, happy.

Something electric exists between the two of you. Too big to be named and too small to matter in the grand scheme of things. You’re not sure if this it. if she’s just a friend. if she feels the same way, or if this is not what you think this is. you’re confused and in love and maybe its platonic maybe not but who cares.

its a dangerous line on which both of you dance, but i suppose any kind of love will do.

Her pale long fingers point at the sky, fingers which were made to be entwined by yours. There are universes inside those hands of hers, made to create music and art and poetry and good god you’ve fallen in love with her beautiful, beautiful mind.

She says, “pretend you could understand the sky. What do you think it all means? What is it that you really see?”

When you look up to the stars, the constellations spell her name

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@inkskinned you inspire me so much you have no idea. Youre a goddess in my head

@september-stardust your prompt made me write this

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

robinbenway:

videohall:

Corgi only listens to owner when he talks like The Beatles

> I like how the guy in video talked with other accents to give more proof.

I don’t even know where to begin with this!

susuwatori:

Summer rain

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