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st-a-y · 9 months
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Sadness hits at two am, and four am and then suddenly it's three pm and it is still stuck onto you. Sadness is like glue and it sticks to you like someone rubbed it onto every pore of your body.When was the last time you smiled girly? Have you laughed since last year? The stench of cigarettes on your fingertips is your new perfume and the curled up smoke i see criss-crossing into your hair and out of your mouth is nearly haunting.You’re beautiful. But why are you so sad man, i can’t remember the last time you talked to me, or anyone, the glue like sadness got a hold of your cherry pink lips and it lingers there like its the best part, your heart is glued shut, and your lips no longer remember the freedom of talking out loud instead of bieng stuck in your own mind, listening to yourself over and over again. Girly you’re messing with my head, your sadness it seems beautiful, i think you’re addicted to it, and i think it’s fucked because you’re making me lose my mind, i romanticize you, why am i romanticizing you, you’re the saddest thing i’ve ever seen, and yet, yet you’re the most beautiful.
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nia-thorne · 1 year
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Taylor Swift Folklore Album Aesthetic
Majorie Aesthetic
Closure Aesthetic
Evermore Aesthetic
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luwei-roy · 2 years
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"We lit the whole world up,
before you blew it up"
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czarinashahnaz · 3 years
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𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋, 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥. □ ■ □ 🅻🅾🆅🅴… Toxic…? Mutual…? Romantic…? Unrequited…? Unconditional…? You never really know for real, until you have been split asunder… Not always the case though… Some fall for each other from far away… But do you know if you’ll last? □ ■ □ A question deserving an answer, always has an answer if you’re certain… so… Ask them and yourself… ❓ Why do you love them? ✨ Do they spark happiness in you - even if by a delayed effort? 🙇🏻‍♀️-🤩 Do they bore you - or excite you? 🥀 Can you manage to live without thinking of them? 🤔 Do they feel the same for you? □ ■ □ Here’s another thing… The wait isn’t easy… It drags you along this… Path of - complete and extensive - uncertainty 🙃 An uncertainty that has enough potent - to haunt you👻 But… if it’s truly worth waiting for… even that uncertainty has moments of pleasure… The time gap doesn’t make you lose the love…💔 But gives you an excuse to multiply it…💓 📮 THINK - PONDER - PLAN 💌 You may not really have the time… 🎁 But the even the little time you give - not only makes YOU worth the wait - but also gives you a chance to embrace the WAIT…😁 □ ■ □ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ. ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. @🄼🄰🄽🄳🅈🄿🄰🄽🄸🄲 - Tumblr 💙 □ ■ □ P. S. I Love You ❣ #ldr #longdistancerelationship #loveandbeloved #worththewait #love #friendship #family #unexpectedlyyours #hopelessromantic #selectiveaf #lovemeorleaveme #makingitwork #memories #qualityoverquantity #thefaultinourstars #gypsysouls #effortsmatter #spiltink #socloseyetsofar #inkedsoul #serendipity #serenity #prayerandpatience #psiloveyou #creativeweirdos https://www.instagram.com/p/CP_KpcoDRnN/?utm_medium=tumblr
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wordsnfeelings · 4 years
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I wonder if you know that I’m proud of you, Maybe I don’t tell you enough, Or even at all… I assume it’s implied but I know I should make the effort, Sometimes it just feels like a lot, I’m proud of you for managing breakfast today, Yesterday you brushed your hair for the first time in a while, We don’t see eye to eye sometimes, Maybe that’s just siblings, I wish I could hear from you more too, Sometimes I want more than a fifteen minute drive into town, I enjoy picking you up from work, Even if you mess up my seat covers… Maybe you’ll be my friend again one day, When you’re not so busy.
M.N
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afterstorms-blog1 · 4 years
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From: Tales of Another When, 2020
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phoebewritesatnight · 4 years
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Submerged in water
Maybe you’d like to chase the sun
Standing at horizons
Have your name fly to the moon
 Maybe you’d just like to wear chunky sweaters
Painting rainbows in the stormy skies
Count the fireflies that make you smile
 Maybe you’d like to walk through fires
bathe in blood and tears of love
taste the foreignness of giving up
Maybe you’d just like to live like rain
Tapping on my windows, making the world fret
Submerging me in water, only like you can
/twelve/
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When the rain came down it watered your garden
And oh, how the little flowers bloom
When the sirens sound you know I was being honest when I say there just wasn't enough rain
To wash away
The pain.
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foshohojo · 4 years
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To feel everything or the attempted to feep noting is a batting in my own head.
There’s so much on my heart, that sometimes I find myself staring into space. That numbness...it’s the numbness to it all that scares me. These day’s I find myself growing quiet, enclosing myself from being torn apart by anyone else. It’s the in-between, the process of the unknown. I'm trying to prevent myself from growing cold, to not let the pain interfere with the kindness and understanding I have left for the people that have scarred my heart. Everything’s the same, yet so different. I’ve changed I know I have, but there are moments where I feel like my whole world has been in a capsule, unmoved by time. The past has suspended my tears from letting it fall to the ground. So I sit here, hurt yet unable to express my emotions freely. Why? I don’t really know why. Perhaps a mechanism that has adapted within me to keep my heart protected. Trauma, perhaps from people who play games with people’s heart so effortlessly, like strings plucked and moved on a violin. It moves you, yet that can also be so troubling. They say, hurt people, hurt people. How selfish to burn someone else from lack of self-awareness and healing. Maybe I will never know why or fully understand why people hurt the people that only choose to love them completely. But it's nerve-wracking. It’s terrifying. I’m not sure if my heart can take any more heartbreak. The paralysis from the sting is too much to bare.
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“Why would I do that? Killing myself means I'll never read another book, there are more books out there than I could ever read; but why would I stop myself from trying.”
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lija-poet · 5 years
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Sorry for the absence ! In case you’ve missed some weird words from this manic chick, BABY’s BACK !
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nia-thorne · 2 years
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Taylor Swift Folklore Album Aesthetic
My Tears Ricochet Aesthetic
Mirrorball Aesthetic.
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englishmodernism · 6 years
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Mon Dieu! Nathalie Parain an image from her 1930 French Picture Book, Mon Chat. Parain arrived in Paris via Russia, where she had studied fine art. She started to illustrate stories for her young daughter, in the spirit of the Russian children’s books she had bought with her. A publisher friend saw them and persuaded her to let him publish her drawings. A landmark book, and the precursor of the Pere Castor series. #nathalieparain #mondieu #monchat #spiltink #catsofinstagram #frenchchilrensbook #petecastor @flammarionjeunesse @editionsmemo #emigree
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Reasons I would like you to stay alive
You told me you were ready to die, you told them you wanted to die. They asked if you could hold on six months, postpone your suicidal thoughts until a failing system caught up. I’d rather you held on forever. Or until we’re old and grey.
I want you to stay alive so in fifty years’ time we can fight over mum’s good cutlery set. Or the tumblers that we’ve both had our eye on for years. I want you to stay alive so that I don’t have to hold you cold body.
I don’t want this world to have been so cruel that I couldn’t add any light to your life. And I know how cruel this world has been to you. You tell me how you hate all of the labels, the bullies, the waiting lists at the crisis team. But believe me when I say that’s a problem with society not you.
More reasons I would like you to stay alive: I still haven’t been on the back of your motor bike. I am yet to win an argument about politics with you. You are yet to beat me at a game of chess.
But most of all you might hate this world, but you make my world better. I want you to be here when things inevitably get better because how could things be any worse? I want you stay alive because if you die I will grieve every day for the rest of my life, wondering if I could have done more? The reason I would like you to stay alive…I don’t want to be without you.
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wordsnfeelings · 3 years
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Blue, the colour of sadness and anger, Blue, the colour of oceans and rivers, Blue, the colour of the world within your eyes, Blue, so soft but so strong, Blue, so calm but so emotional Blue, so beautiful but so empty You are blue, full of raging rivers of anger, carving the world without hesitation.                         You are blue, you have no control of your emotions, pushing away from everyone so strongly, with such beautiful disregard for everyone else’s feelings. You make me blue, you fill me with a sadness as vast as an ocean, filling my eyes with its salty tears.                              You make me blue, I was so soft for you, calm despite your arrogance, yet all that I have left is emptiness.
M.N
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afterstorms-blog1 · 4 years
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From: Tales of Another When, 2020
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