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Do you know what ever happened to the Tumblr blog nomadicscratches?
Unfortunately not and I didn’t communicate with them other than here.
The Fruit Of Your Labor, My Troth
Your lub-dub was in overdrive,
When you embraced me on the couch
I, too, felt utterly alive,
Allaying the ache to avouch
And you kept rubbing my tummy,
Engendering a rush of warmth
As if I could handle more glee,
The fruit of your labor, my troth
I Can’t Believe You’re My Boyfriend
“Shut up, we’re not talking right now,”
As you proceeded to spank me,
And so we let our bodies talk
I caressed the length of your arms,
You ran your hands along my sides,
As if we could get close enough
Except I couldn’t help but voice,
The fact that you felt oh-so-good,
I never wanted it to end
And so I renewed my own vow,
For you’re my favored cup of tea,
Perpetually, I curse the clock
I’ll always be struck by your charms,
Jones for your ever-changing tides,
So long as they’re born of me, Love
I acknowledge it’s not a choice,
My chordae deems you my feel-good,
I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend
Don Your Soccer Kicks And Run, Straight Into My Arms
“This is what I want to do,”
And so it happens
My new favorite color’s you,
Lub-dub in high gear
“This is how I want to die,”
And so you kill me
So breathtaking I could cry,
One-way to Cloud Nine
“This is how you make me feel,”
And so I’m falling
Quite innately you appeal,
I’m taken aback
“This is who I deem The One,”
And so it’s settled
Don your soccer kicks and run,
Straight into my arms
Awaited Words Have Been Exchanged
Awaited words have been exchanged,
Confirming just how “things have changed”
“I don’t believe in fairytales,”
I’ll mitigate all of your ails
You voiced, “I see you as my girl,”
Cue butterflies amidst full twirl
Beautiful mess of my insides,
Now that in mine your heart resides
Halting harmful rumination,
Paving way for culmination
Awaited words have been exchanged,
Confirming just how “things have changed”
Butterflies, They’re Stuck On Somersault
He said he stopped trying to kiss me,
Because I kept presenting my cheek
Yes, for it’s what I thought he wanted,
No, he cannot say I didn’t try
To steer him in the right direction,
Alas! He often fails to recall
The things he utters, so exactly,
Pray, tell, how am I solely at fault?
Let’s put to rest these mix-ups, shall we?
For my tendineae, they grow weak
Endless “what-if’s” leave me daunted,
As he’s hands-down my ideal guy
His smile alone is mere perfection,
As if he needed to stand so tall
Or be arrayed ever-so-aptly,
Butterflies, they’re stuck on somersault
A Full Circle, Mr. Arvelo?
A full circle, Mr. Arvelo?
Here I thought you were just passing by
You won’t take at face value my “no”
Are insistent on another try
And I never did fully let go,
Of the unique way you choose to vie
Alas! I can’t take another blow,
Breathe one more exasperated sigh
So I propose we promenade slow,
That next season we dodge a goodbye
Lest you’re willing and able to sow,
All the baggage with which I now lie
(4/24/26)
Only Time Will Tell If He’s The One, Prompting Her To Into His Arms Run
A boy with abandonment issues,
And a girl with attachment issues
Met up on the first month of the year,
And before the date’s end she did fear
He wouldn’t reach out to her again,
Except he did, driving her insane
For he rarely kissed her on the lips,
Yet had no trouble grabbing her hips
Leaving her perpetually confused,
Wondering if she was being used
Only time will tell if he’s The One,
Promoting her to into his arms run
(5/13/26)
May Your Happy Days Thanks To Me Always Persist, That Feelings You Give Me Never Cease To Exist
“Hey, hellooo??? I don’t want to be annoying or anything, but I just want to make sure that you’re ok, ok? If anything, just let me know”
“You make my days happier and i know sometimes i have an attitude that may says otherwise, but if i didn’t care about you or thought u was annoying to me i wouldn’t be this worried about you. Sometimes we just get tired because of our routine and when we are exhausted we dont even think straight. I dont wanna just leave things like this because i really care about you. So if u need some time to rest just lmk and i understand. Just dont leave me wondering whats going on.. Have a nice day ☀️”
Renewed hope permeates with every breath I take,
Another euphoric poem I anew make
Once again, catching myself deeply daydreaming,
A courtesy of your innate way of being
May your happy days thanks to me always persist,
That feelings you give me never cease to exist
Empty You Leave My Cup
When in your presence,
My common sense, it blurs
Do you feel my absence,
As much as I feel yours?
Cue no fucking contact,
Boy, just box my shit up
Pardon my tasteless tact,
Empty you leave my cup
Nothing Like Nausea Caused By A Nonchalant Man
Nothing like nausea caused by a nonchalant man,
Just when dozens of butterflies anew began
Fluttering all the way up into my chordae,
But I’m a game that only drunk you choose to play
So I’ve gotta stick to my goodbye no matter,
How these delusions alight my dura mater
For all you’re seeking from me is validation,
Whilst you’re held at the center of my attention
Cuatro Meses Y Cuatro Días Después
Cuatro meses y cuatro días después,
Lo de nosotros una delicadez
Espero que en mí siempre pienses,
Le jalo a dondequiera que estés
Mereces un infinito de diez,
Ya tú sabes que labia esto no es
Cuatro meses y cuatro días después,
Lo de nosotros una delicadez
Bebé, I Think I’d Rather Know
The goofiest you’ve ever been,
Oh-so-charming that it’s a sin…
Was the tension in the air as,
Thick for you as it was for me?
Do I exude enough pizzazz,
Or am I not your cup of tea?
Bebé, I think I’d rather know,
Your tendineae are for show
For I’m approaching my wits’ end,
I’m steady running out of bend
Nearing the point of no return,
No matter how for you I yearn
If only you would drop your walls,
(There aren’t even any phone calls)
Pretty please make it better with,
A cherry on top that herewith
I might have all my breath stolen,
Opposed to my pharynx swollen
Just how much longer would you say,
Were it your own chordae at play?
C’est La Vie, I’ll Just Enjoy The View
Told you I was tired enough to nap,
So you positioned us on your couch
O sweet respair! I allowed myself,
To daydream the courage to kiss you
Alas! Precisely that kind of sap,
I’m still far too abashed to avouch
For I sense your chordae’s on your shelf,
C’est la vie, I’ll just enjoy the view
I Just Keep My Fingers Crossed For A Change Of Heart
It isn’t until I can’t keep my eyes open,
That the sun relieves the moon and they reopen
I’m simply too exuberant in your presence,
And I want to breathe in as much of your essence
Alas! When I make it back home and think of you,
Half-hearted words and actions make me oh-so-blue
It isn’t as if you weren’t forthright from the start,
I just keep my fingers crossed for a change of heart
(3/28+29/26)
For You, I’ll Always Have A Soft Spot
Fervent flashbacks dancing in my mind,
I simply can’t help but press rewind
Greater gratification each time,
Inspiration for another rhyme
Oh-so-loved in the moment I feel,
And your kisses just sweeten the deal
Whether this leads anywhere or not,
For you, I’ll always have a soft spot
Siempre Te Tendré Un Punto Débil
Escenas retrospectivas bailan en mi mente,
Simplemente no puedo evitar presionar rebobinar
Gratificación mayor cada vez,
Inspiración para otra rima
Tan amada en el momento me siento,
Y tus besos solo endulzan el trato
Llegue esto a algún lugar o no,
Siempre te tendré un punto débil
3/28+29/26
You’re A Self-Proclaimed Bad Texter, Yet I Got All Of These Receipts
“You make me smile,” vulnerable,
I always seem to make myself
At the cusp of ineffable,
Your laugh a drug all by itself
For you I starr, Mr. Director,
On your mind, at your side, in sheets
You’re a self-proclaimed bad texter,
Yet I got all of these receipts