a night under the stars

When I wrote this, I imagined that it’d loop in the background of a video game as you explore a quaint village at night, while the snow falls around you and crunches under your feet. The stars twinkle in the sky as the breeze blows the falling flakes in to swirls that shimmer like the constellations. You feel a sense of inner peace and joy, as the world seems to stand perfectly still, but also has never been so alive.

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“Every time,” he said quietly. “Every time I think I’m missing a piece of me, you give it back.”

There were no words, so she didn’t say any; just turned around in his arms and kissed him on the cheek. He was beautiful under the night sky, the stars shedding their light down over him, gleaming against his hair and eyes and the Herondale ring shining on his finger, a reminder of everything that had been, and everything that would be.

Let’s fuck under the stars. And by under the stars I mean in my bed underneath my glow in the dark star stickers.
—  Yuuri Katsuki’s drunk text to Victor

I’m 27. My girlfriend is 35. In this past year, we have… worn flower crowns and danced in the rain and moonlight, gone to the zoo and named all the animals, colored with sidewalk chalk on our porch, slept in a tent without out a roof under the stars, stayed up all night giggling about how much we love each other, made a fairy garden, gone to see a play in a different city and got dressed up super cute. We have picked flowers and gone to the beach and taken baths together and sang silly songs to each other and spent too long picking out produce at the farmers market. This is my real adult relationship. I am 27. My girlfriend is 35. This is a real and genuine love. This is a practical and real world application of “childish idealistic” love. Please do not bash my wonderful Love, because you can’t see past your own bitterness.

Let us lay in bed until morning arrives,
under the stars and through the night,
talking about how you saved my life,
illuminated by the moon light

Let me tell you about all those times
you brought me back and fought my demons,
rescued me from the monsters in my chest,
to show me how bright it actually shines

Let me stay around when you can’t control yours,
to mend back together the pieces of your soul,
when you look up at the sky
and can’t find the courage to go for a fly.

—  // let’s talk about how you saved my life
j.d.m.
Call upon cosmic familiars

Originally posted by wonderlilane

A cosmic or celestial familiar could be: stars, planets, nebulae, constellations, essentially any cosmic object you feel helps guide you. It could be anything you want, including the little Pokemon, Cosmog here.

This spell is to either help you find your familiar or strengths your bond with them. All you need is a pen, paper and clear quartz.

🌌 Write your intention on a piece of paper. Here is an invocation I use:

Creature of cosmos, 
Calling supernovae and star nurseries 
May my cosmic companion find me
Stay by my side and guide me

🌌 As you write, repeat the words in your head or allowed and continue to do so through out the night.

🌌 Wrap the paper around a clear quartz (any blue or purple crystal should suffice).

🌌 Place it outside over night under the stars, preferably on the night of a new moon.

🌌 Over night your familiar will hear the call you’ve made and reveal itself to you. This could be in a dream or a feeling you have throughout the day.  

“Can I just know honestly,” she said, the words pained her to speak, but she couldn’t live another day without knowing. “Did any of it mean anything?”

“Did what mean anything?” He responded.

“The nights of endless conversations. The drunken kiss. The way you held me under the stars on the freezing cold November night. The playful banter from day to day–” She began to choke up. He just sat there, sullen, expressing almost no emotion.

“I know these are stupid questions. YOU love HER. Not me. I’m your best friend. And that’s it. But there’s just something about you that’s different than how Ive ever felt towards anyone else. It’s something so deep in my being it scares the living crap out of me. My heart skips to a different beat when I’m around you. My heart feels happy when I’m around you. The way you hold me feels more right than anything else I’ve ever felt. I may have been drunk off my ass that night but I was sober enough to know something about this is so incredibly right to me.”

She continued. “I just can’t sit around and watch you follow her around when she doesn’t even give you the time of day. I don’t get how you can have a connection so strong with her when I feel so tethered to you.”

“I’m so sorry–” he finally interjected.

“Sorry for what? I just don’t get it. How can a connection that feels so strong be one-sided?”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

i. she runs her fingers across the back of my hand and it feels like being struck by lightning. there is a storm overhead that hasn’t started yet, but the grey skies are not nearly as intimidating as her eyes on my lips

ii. we fall asleep under the same stars every night but years stretch further than the distance between our beds. I never fall asleep in her arms. I have never dreamed of something so much. 


iii. a night of firsts. first time skinny dipping. first time breaking into a pool. first time seeing her naked. not a first kiss, yet somehow it always feels so new.


iv. she buys a beat up car and I steal my freedom from under my parents’ thumb. the sound of tires on gravel still sounds like running away.


v. the fireflies stop showing up when we meet. the wind chills and we both freeze in place. I thought time had given us a pause but he doesn’t stop for anyone, not even the young trying to fall in love.


vi. letters only mean so much and no one ever means it when they say “we’ll keep in touch.” her kiss doesn’t feel new and I don’t know if she means it when she tells me “I’ll always love you.”


vii. I loved her. I love her. You never forget your first but it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough.

—  In Scrabble, LOVE is only worth 7 points || O.L.