Let's Observe With Mama

About Me: -

HI ! I'm Astrum, 41 Aries, and I go by he/him pronouns. I like all things art/culture: music, film, painting, poetry, fashion, literature, so feel free to ask about anything of the sorts, I'd love the chat!! I listen to all kinds of music mostly jazz, folk, classic rock, or anything pre-2010s so feel free to ask about anything like that i LOVE the beatless, like seriously it's insane! I enjoy writing letters, notes, poems, as I believe everything is poetry if it comes from the soul I love hiking/camping, long drives, Parties, and other outdoor activities as well I enjoy reading fantasy and romantic fantasy books. My favorite book that I've read recently was The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. My favorite trope is enemies to lovers (I like the idea of someone seeing all my flaws first and still managing to fall in love with me. I also just love the banter between the enemies). My favorite colors are wight, wine red, blue, black, olive, I like all types of wines. I want friends, you are my lifeline, and I do have a lot of things that I enjoy.

The silence is unbearable.

No words are spoken but everything else is so loud.

“why do you have a gap in your resume” idk why is there a gap in your staff. worry about that

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

"I don't want perfect — I want real"

I don’t crave filtered smiles or captions dipped in sugar lies. I want the crack in your voice when you speak what no one else hears. Give me the girl whose eyeliner smudges at midnight because she was too busy chasing stars to care about the mirror. Show me the woman who laughs like thunder, cries like poetry, loves like fire and walks away from games without flinching. I don’t need perfection. I need soul. Skin that shivers at truth, eyes that undress egos, hands that build, not break. Come as you are — messy, raw, unfiltered, all your bruises kissed by moonlight. That’s where I’ll meet you. Not in the scroll, but in the soul.

"The heart that truly loves never forgets."

Astrum

"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 am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown

I don’t want a home.

I want a heartbeat

that beats louder when it feels me near.

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘...

I don’t want a home.

I want a heartbeat

that beats louder when it feels me near.

By yours Astrum