Ink across the screen

#inked screen

[thelovejournals]

Maybe that’s worse, not letting ourselves be loved. Because we’re too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.

Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via thelovejournals)

[nattrozanska-blog]

[des-ire]

text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

Whoa

always loved this

I’m in love with this

[punkr0x]

Poisoned Ink by Emmerson Grin

[inkedscreen-blog]

I am not just made up of my body, my mind and my heart. That is not all to one's existence

[enlightenedsilhouette]

Dear Society

I can’t help but observe 

the sharp words 

“Don’t be a little bitch, you’re such a little girl,” 

to a guy 

who is crying 

when he is 10 

and has skinned his knee, 

and it is ingrained 

in his brain 

that for a male to cry 

isn’t sane.

“You’re such a tomboy.” 

to a girl 

who doesn’t curl her hair 

when she is 13 

and doesn’t smile invitingly 

and she’s not ladylike 

and has no “soft feminine charm” 

and is told she’s unappealing 

for not wearing things that are revealing. 

A man 

should take charge, 

be intimidating and large, 

and to have vulnerabilities 

is considered a disability,

and this 

is the definition

of society’s “masculinity”.  

A woman 

should be dainty, 

and live her life 

as if she’s sitting still for a painting

a pretty picture of society’s “femininity.” 

She can’t play sports, 

girls are bad at that, 

go easy on her, 

she’ll be a ditz, 

and probably fall on her ass. 

Guys can’t like ballet, 

man that’s fucking gay, 

letting your son wear pink because he likes it,

and it’s a girl color,

is considered a bold display. 

Walking in heels should be a natural talent for our young females, 

it’s okay if he’s being gross, he’s just being a typical guy.  

A woman doesn’t smile and is rude, 

she puts on a dress, 

slaps lipstick on,

and wears a short dress, 

because she’s been called a prude.

A hand slips up her dress, 

the suspect doesn’t get arrested, 

because people are questioning her attire. 

A man gets backed up against a wall, 

a woman’s hand slowly crawls, 

when he tells, 

people laugh

“Guys can’t get raped.”

and

“What a liar.” 

I have a question, society, 

when will these ideas expire? 

[inkedscreen-blog]

After taking one step forward, you force me two steps back

[inkedscreen-blog]

Does love fade? Well I believe true love never fades. It just changes it's form to fit how we change as we age. Because when we fall in love, we fall in love with the person, not just all the perfections, but also the imperfections. We learn to accommodating and accepting. So when the person we love changes, we mould ourselves to complement each other, just like how we are always complements of each other.

[inkedscreen-blog]

Your words cut deep into my heart, burning itself into my mind, robbing me of the ability to conjure a rebuttal as I sink into the reality that is I cannot refute what you've said

[inkedscreen-blog]

Where thoughts come, and memories go, will be where I remember you

[inkedscreen-blog]

You dance across my mind all day, evading the conclusions and creating more confusion

[written-in-pen]

He appeared like art; barely anyone understood him, but everyone wished they did.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[inkedscreen-blog]

Don't let anyone tell you that you are any less than what you believe.

This does not apply to conceited people

[inkedscreen-blog]

If you would just give me a chance. I would protect you. I would love you. I would hold you and never let you go.

[inkedscreen-blog]

The night is the darkest before the dawn.

[inkedscreen-blog]

His eyes spoke of a wisdom that no normal man can acquire without having endured through much of the vicissitudes of life.

[inkedscreen-blog]

When you're so overcame with nervousness that you. Literally. Can. Keep. Still.

[inkedscreen-blog]

Every time we are together, the air seems to freeze. We both don't know what to talk to each other about. Until when will this last?