(For those subtle moments when “he frowned” just isn’t enough.)
Tight-lipped — Mouth pressed closed, often from restraint, anxiety, or irritation. Jaw clenched — Tension from anger, fear, or self-control. Eyes narrowed — Suspicion, doubt, or intense focus. Brow furrowed — Confusion, concern, or frustration. Lip twitching — On the edge of a smile… or a snarl. Eye roll — Dismissiveness, annoyance, or teenage energy. Lip biting — Anxiety, hesitation, or suppressed emotion. Nose scrunch — Disgust, confusion, or mild sass. Blinking too fast — Shock, overwhelm, or trying not to cry. Staring blankly — Dissociation, distraction, or emotional overload. Smirking — Confidence, mischief, or sarcasm. Avoiding eye contact — Shame, discomfort, or guilt. Looking down quickly — Vulnerability, embarrassment, or attraction. Shoulders rising slightly — Insecurity, fear, or defensiveness. Forced smile — Pretending, hiding, or surviving the moment.
The silence is unbearable.
No words are spoken but everything else is so loud.
"The heart that truly loves never forgets."
Astrum
"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
> come closer, but don’t flinch when you see the places I’ve bled quietly. I am not soft in the way you expect — I am soft like wildfire, like midnight rain that forgets to be gentle. I love like this: with cracked palms, shaking breath, and a heart too heavy to float but too stubborn to drown. if you want me, know this: I won’t promise easy, but I will promise real. raw fingertips. unhidden scars. midnight confessions no one else has ever touched. come closer. and if you stay— I’ll hand you everything I’ve ever buried under my ribs.
Whispers Between Pages By Astrum
I have always trusted the quiet of untold stories, the soft ache that lingers between what is written and what is merely felt.
I do not chase endings — I unfold them, slowly, like paper worn thin by longing and hands that know the weight of memory.
Somewhere between ink and skin, I found my truest voice — not to speak louder, but to listen deeper to the words that choose to find me first.
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
ABOUT ME: Hi! I'm Astrum I go by He/Him. I don't really mind what you call me, as long as you're respectful and treat me like a person. My interests have been listed below but here's what I like to do on a broader scale. Poetries Poems Reading Writing On my blog, you'll mostly find Poems, Thoughts, Brainstorms. Hyperfixation in reading, writing in English, poems, thoughts. IMPORTANT: Feel free to reblog any of my original posts! Please be respectful when interacting with me. I joke around a lot, and would appreciate some patience. Being polite goes a long way! If I have reblogged one of your posts and you don't want it reblogged, please ask. I will take it down, no questions. If you're disrespectful, and I call you out on it, that's your queue not to interact. If I stop responding, you've probably been blocked.
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