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casualhideoutkitten · 11 days
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Ocean of Infatuation
Infatuation
Noun
'a feeling of foolish or obsessively strong love for, admiration for, or interest in someone or something'
I made a paper crane every time I thought of you and soon I had a small army, fit to conquer the world with gentle wingbeats and soft birdsong.
I made a folder of reels I wanted to send you, and now it's the biggest I've ever made, filled to the bursting with love confessions and silly jokes.
I made a joke about falling fast, for someone I met a few days ago, and it became my reality, my feelings spilling over, threatening to drown me.
I don't know how to tell you I'd gladly float away in this ocean.
For it is an ocean, not a lake.
It's dangerous, and stings with the bitter taste of salt.
One can trust the ocean with their life and they still might perish in its clutches.
You told me you could never love me,
Your words stinging like the salt in my eyes,
But my infatuation draws me back to the water,
And the swimmer inside of me will never leave, no matter how much she tries.
Homewrecker
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casualhideoutkitten · 21 days
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Eaten Alive
There's that emptiness in my chest again.
It threatens to swallow me whole,
its gaping jaws eating me from the inside,
until I am nothing but a shell of a human.
I will shatter if you talk to me now.
Why I do this to myself I don't know.
Why I twist myself in knots, convincing myself you don't care, that you never did.
I'm being eaten alive by my own demons, and all because
I love you.
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casualhideoutkitten · 28 days
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Dandelions in the Wind
Nebula
My galaxy, my world
A world encompassed in something as small as a person
Someone as fragile and beautiful as a dandelion in the wind
I'm scared to hold this dandelion, the chaotic storm of my flaws threatening to blow it away
I put up barriers and build a shelter of perfection around it,
but it's only a matter of time before the wind destroys our dandelion.
These fleeting moments of beauty won't last forever, and I'll take them with me to the grave.
Nebula
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casualhideoutkitten · 28 days
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A Force of Nature
I want to surrender myself to you like I do to the waves.
I want to feel the same level of trust as I do in the current.
I want to let that current sweep me away, off my feet.
I want to give in to the sea foam.
Even when forming the ocean into rivers and channels, it's still in charge.
You, my ocean, my galaxy, will always have that over me.
The amount of power you hold is one only deserving of a force of nature.
Please, don't abuse this power darling.
Nebula
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casualhideoutkitten · 1 month
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There's a hole in my chest
The empty spaces whispers,
You don't love me
You don't love me
You don't love me
I know you do, you've told me so
I try my hardest but I just can't know
I try but there's still no letting go
Of the hole
The hole where my heart should be.
Nebula
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casualhideoutkitten · 1 month
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Desire is a bitch
Sofia Isella is right, desire is a bitch
From where does the bitch come from is the question
Inside us
Around us
Through us
It courses through us
Desire rules our lives, turning tables and changing minds
Breaking hearts, breaking time
Making dreams, breaking mine
Desire is a bitch
Like a dog, desire comes in many forms and, like a dog, it will make you fall in love with it
A lifetime companion or a source of heartbreak
How much are you willing to acknowledge what's at stake
When desire is a bitch
Written as a response to confession by Sofia Isella
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casualhideoutkitten · 1 month
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Sweet Fantasies
I lean back against the shelves,
looking up at you.
You're leaning closer
and looking at me too.
Your hands are on my waist,
brushing my neck, in my hair.
Something falls to the floor
but in that moment we don't care.
My fingers wander in your hair,
winding into the waves
You pull me in closer
and my heart caves.
Our lips meet, gentle, sweet,
but there it stops.
My imagination dwindles
and the fantasy drops.
Gold
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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Scaffolding
I love so hard, so much.
I give away the pieces of my heart, more easily than I'd like to admit, letting people see how much I love them.
Now I have yours. It fills the gaps left by the pieces I have lost, shiny, perfect and strange in its loveliness.
"It's not really there" The whispers coil gently at the edges of hearing, reaching into the subconscious.
I know
I know
I know you love me and I think I'm finally accepting that.
Why it's so hard, I don't know, but the pieces of me I have been chipping off are being strengthened by you.
Nebula
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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A Beautiful Melody
The song loops
Over
Over
Over
Over again
I can't tell where the beginning and the end is anymore.
This song feels like you.
Less than an hour until I see you again.
You're already here though, in the beats of the drums, in the harmonies, in the beauty carried by the music.
You're music, you're art, you're poetry.
You're beautiful.
Gold
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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Nebula is
Nerdy (although they don't like to show it)
Earnest
Bold
Utterly perfect
Loving
Attentive
Fuck
I don't deserve you Nebula
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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An Awaited Message
Breathing
In
Out
In
Out
Something creaks in a different room
The phone pings
It is frantically checked, only for the room to settle back into it's state of agitated waiting
Waiting, waiting for that person
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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Daisies
The name of these flowers is derived from the phrase 'day's eye'
A beacon of hope and beauty, they make me wonder why
They appear so broken, closed in the dark
I remember, they're simply waiting for that nourishing spark.
Perhaps I should learn from these blooms in the ground
Perhaps there is a purpose left to be found
Perhaps I should simply take my final bow
"We're going to die anyways, why not now?"
"But wait!" you say "the sun will still rise.
Living to see it will be the greatest prize."
This prize you mention, hope in your heart
For me is unattainable, like priceless art
I have brighter days, everyone does
The clouds retreat, they feel complete, my life fills with love
The sun is never constant, a superficial type of heat
Disappearing suddenly, only a treat
My brain tells me to close like the daisies
My mother tells me I am simply lazy
The voices tell me I should take my final bow
"You're going to die anyways, why not now?"
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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The trees look like a cage from a fantasy novel, their branches stark against the calming grey, trapping or protecting the birds resting on the inner branches.
The twigs are sprawling outwards, searching for more to encapsulate.
I guess whether it is a prison or a sanctuary is up to the inhabitant.
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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The Figures Between the Frames
Hands
Breaths
Gasps
Sweat
Heat
Touches
Fingers
Whispers
Peace
A single second of peace before the climax crashes down
She opens her eyes to an empty bed, save her own trembling form
The hands that caressed her melt away, another passing fantasy that becomes forgotten as the days flick by like frames in an old movie.
She is fated to watch the crackly black and white film alone, but finds pleasure in the caresses of the figures between the frames.
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casualhideoutkitten · 2 months
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Cage of Roses & Thorns
She forgets, forgives, returns, submitting herself to more emotional torture. Perhaps she knows the extent of this cage, perhaps she doesn't. She calls him her nickname, but he is a prison, of roses that prick and bleed, scarring anyone who dares to pick them. The thorns pierce her brain, leaking their sweet poison, diluting her thoughts.
He keeps her like a fragile bird, her song just as beautiful as before, but bound wings place a strain that wasn't always there upon her radiant smile. It's impossible to fathom if he is aware of his impact. I have only witnessed this from her perspective.
I can do nothing but watch as she does nothing to fight the beautifully destructive cage she is stubbornly cocooned in.
Taffy
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casualhideoutkitten · 3 months
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Nebula
Nebula is
Not to be dated
Extremely annoying
Bitchy and sweet simultaneously
Unrelentlessly teasing
Like a riddle
Attraction & gay panic
Nebula is many things. But most definitely not mine.
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casualhideoutkitten · 3 months
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Movie
This feels like a movie.
It's not real, the intoxicating joy is heady and clouds the senses too blissfully for this to be real. People don't lie in their bed and grin manically to song lyrics in real life.
You feel like a movie.
You're too pretty. You were always going to be the best friend out of reach. Somehow, your beautiful gaze has fixated upon me. Somehow, our interests have aligned, and now, we've texted goodnight with heart emojis that are oh so much more weighted than before and are planning a date next week.
I feel like a movie.
We were flirting. We were flirting for fun. I made a comment. You took it further. I asked you on a date. You took it further.
I have been waiting for someone to reciprocate for the longest time.
People only flirt like this in movies.
Life feels like a movie.
It seems almost criminal for things to line up like this. We've cracked a code, we have beaten the enigma that is cruel fate. It's all so ridiculously wonderfully cliché, from the trope to the letter I wrote you months ago to the feelings I denied.
If this is a movie, I am going to enjoy every second of it.
Gold
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