Tumgik
bloodintoink-blog · 1 hour
Text
| 𝐎𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧 |
Hey, this is a poem I write
for one of the best men alive
You see, orange is his favourite color
and I think he'd make an amazing lover
Oh! but he's already a great lover of all things earthly and beyond
like the "light pink sky up on the roof" kinda day that dawned
like the cats and the flowers and the sun
and the one he loves is a lucky one
Suave, Affectionate, Ardent, Humorous, Inspiring, Laudable
You know not to lower your standards when you have someone so valuable
You know he's one of a kind
reading his descriptive comments you find
under all your poetries, each one analyzed
which make your w.i.ps catalyzed
You're privileged to have him send you sky pics
He is a pure soul, no tricks
h
He's like those soft men from the romcom
and like "you are art in its purest form"
like "he did learn to love love."
and like "I just think that you are what you love"
like "I'm a clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving."
and like "Something in his deep brown eyes has me singing"
"It's like a million little stars spelling out your name"
"Small town boy in a big arcade"
Batman of the orange city
Crestfallen, clueless flannel, a hundred on fifty
Oh! and he's a reader and a poet
Always there at your lowest
and because he deserves to be written about
despite this piece not being enough to thank him for being him
I needed to put this out
"You're so golden" like glitter new
"May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you"
—𝓓
[References: Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Taylor Swift, Marina Tsvetaeva, Frida Kahlo, Zainab Aamir]
0 notes
bloodintoink-blog · 2 days
Text
Today my friend saw the embroidery I did on the jeans I wore and said "Bro you are so talented. Please teach me. I hate your parents."
(She knows a surface level of how my relationship is with my parents)
I laughed, that didn't make sense to me first so I asked why. She said "Because they don't value you. You're literally so talented and amazing."
And in a long time, in that moment, I felt loved.
Life is good sometimes.
3 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 3 days
Text
Distant
"Give it time", I thought. "It's a phase"
"If they couldn't fix you, time would.
It didn't turn out to be so true
Everytime I try to forget who I am
and start to love
It's right there, lurking in the dark
The feeling of disconnection
My failed attempts to try and feel something
I swear to god, I try to pick up your calls
I swear I try to speak and remember to not look at the blades
It doesn't help
This strangeness doesn't let me rest
I can't sleep until my bones ache 
I can't cry unless it's from a source so fake 
I can't stop the noise of the ticking clock
the blood rushing in my ears
My hands shaking and heart beating
I can't feel nothing at all 
But I can't stop thinking how it makes my skin crawl
If I don't feel emotionally
I resort to physical means like ouroboros
The indifference comes right back to me
Again and again and again
I survive it every time but
I can't live too long with a headspace like mine
They say "self-care makes you feel good"
Bullshit
I can't take care of myself if I don't feel shit 
He says, "She's so distant. Like she's barely there."
Can't you see?
I'm distant from my own self
I feel like I belong nowhere 
He says, "Her eyes are so weary. Like she's high"
And honestly I wish I was
I'm so fucking tired of feeling nothing and everything
My eyes been screaming I need an escapism 
They couldn't understand my dilemma if they tried
And I couldn't write them poems if I can't feel anything inside 
So I turn into someone 'cruel'
And then hell is my ikigai
—𝓓, (unedited from) 'Cacography '
3 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 3 days
Text
You know you are besties with her when you tell her he said "I like your neck" and then you both blurt "ok then choke me" in sync
0 notes
bloodintoink-blog · 4 days
Text
The fact that there's such a huge amount of art, music, books, drama, dance, poems that I won't be able to watch, read or listen before I die pisses me off atleast once a day
0 notes
bloodintoink-blog · 5 days
Text
My head could be a vessel for your own mind
All you gotta do is talk
A flood is slowly building at your wrists now
And death is just a thought
~Chase Atlantic, 'Uncomfortable'
2 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 6 days
Text
BORN TO SLAP SOMEONE, TELL THEM TO SHUTTHEFUCKUP, BREAK THINGS AND THROW MY PHONE ACROSS THE WALL
Forced to tell myself to calm down
1 note · View note
bloodintoink-blog · 15 days
Text
My aesthetics are so posh and expensive for a broke girl like me :(
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
bloodintoink-blog · 15 days
Text
I see these amazing amazing writers around me and the way they string their trauma and pain and love into such artistic pieces.
An accident happened around me, which shouldn't have and I just need to get it off my chest. This is specifically for people who write and deal with unbearable pain and su!c!de. I just need to tell you all, KEEP WRITING. Please keep doing whatever it is that keeps you away from physical harm. Keep writing poems, spinning stories, drawing, sketching, dancing, and writing songs. Bring as much art around here as you can. I NEED IT. I promise. It helps other people too.
I know life doesn't seem to treat you gently right now but just please believe in yourself, more than you've ever before, each day and things will get in line slowly. You will find your peace. Flowers will grow. I need you to hang on. I need you to keep writing.
2 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 22 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
HIS HAND PLACEMENTS ARE EVERYTHING
0 notes
bloodintoink-blog · 22 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 27 days
Text
if he doesn't analyze your 10-line poetry for an hour and make notes on it, he isn't the one
1 note · View note
bloodintoink-blog · 1 month
Text
I love how gen z people have such varied interests and vast range of hobbies and passion; someone wants to be a marine expert, someone wants to be a scriptwriter, a pop singer, a chef, a ballet dancer, a sculptor, a skateboarder, a cyber expert, a footballer...
YOU NAME A FIELD AND THERE'S ATLEAST ONE PERSON IN THIS GEN WHO'LL HAVE THAT AS A HOBBY / PASSION
like bro there's no lack of talent, only freedom and opportunities
it's like Italy in the 1400s, there are so many artists, so much art and a lot of unspoken love because all of us are scared of it but it's beautiful regardless
3 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 1 month
Text
I love it when people randomly send me sky/moon/flower/chocolate/food pics, book annotations pics, song recs, photo album pictures or just random, raw things that reflect you....LIKE YES THANKYOU FOR THINKING ABOUT ME, THAT I WOULD WANT TO KNOW OR SEE IT, THAT YOU THOUGHT I WOULD LIKE IT.... I DO, I DO.
1 note · View note
bloodintoink-blog · 1 month
Text
And on simple days, my only problem is being love-deprived
2 notes · View notes
bloodintoink-blog · 1 month
Text
im such an attention whoreeeeee
1 note · View note
bloodintoink-blog · 1 month
Text
sometimes I just want love. so much love. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much. so much.
0 notes