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@leavingapieceofyouhere
I have to write you down. I have to get you out of my system.
All these years I’ve had our story to tell.
I’m ready now.
-leavingapieceofyouhere
Pack your things; this place is not your home
Do you remember the things I did to make you happy?
– Lukas W.
“I hope that you remember this,” she said, slipping her hands into my palms, “the fact that you need not hide yourself behind a facade when you are with me.” “You are allowed to cry, to shout, to vent the things that weigh you down, that may break you. You are allowed to crack, to fall apart, into pieces. You are allowed to even collapse your soul into my embrace and I swear, I won’t let you go.” “You don’t have to struggle, fighting to stay strong when you have me by your side. You don’t have to pretend, to mask yourself up when you stand next to me.” She pressed her lips to my hand and looked at me with a gentle smile, “All I’m trying to say is, you can be yourself when you are with me and I won’t ever abandon you. I will stay with you, and love you while you break, and while you fix yourself.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #88 // I will love you for who you are, always. (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
- leavingapieceofyouhere//We all deserved better
Jar for Attracting Romance
This jar is intended to attract love and romance.Â
Himalayan Pink Salt
Dried Orange Rind
Dried Rosemary
1 Dried Red Rose
Layer the ingredients with the rose facing outward. Change out every 3-6 months.Â
Rose petals, jasmine, lavender, chamomile, maiden hair, rosemary, and sea salt For a love spell~
Life lessons from a ten year old
I miss you in the middle of every crevice on every page between the words and the paragraphs the spaces that are there but that no one ever reads
I miss you in the middle of every bone on every body part between the tissue and the muscle the places that are there but that no one ever sees
I miss you in the middle of every hiss on every rage between frustration and longing the places that I am but that you could never be
I miss you in the middle of every tear on every cheek between silence and sobbing the places that remain and that will always be
-leavingapieceofyouhere//in the middle
Call me Tragedy and I will show you the inside of my bruises. I no longer need you. I no longer need you to take my broken pieces and use them to call me Whole. Barricaded in my loneliness, I feel around for what I’ve lost. I touch my abdomen and I can feel my missing parts cutting me with their words. They asked me why I let them leave. They scream and they cry and I don’t really know what to say, so I whisper, “I didn’t know how to love you. I only knew the tenderness of resignation….the way I knew Goodbye as if I lived there.”
Amanda Helm, the tenderness of resignation (via amandaspoetry)
You told me you loved me but now I am just a forgotten letter in your drawer.
L.W. // And this letter will never meet the light ever again (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Your hands touched me once seven years ago when we were new and shiny only we never felt that way because our parents tarnished us long before we were ready you buffed spots on me I didn’t even know were there “I love you” you said as you scrubbed hard elbow grease and lips on my neck and I shone in your eyes and I never looked in yours didn’t want to see your rot your sadness the way you were begging for me to see your spots too it was too much to bare i can’t i can’t “So don’t” you never actually said it but you felt it you felt it the night you kissed her the night I stood in the doorway my seventeenth birthday party the party you threw for me the banner was falling off the wall and you kissed her and it took me seven years to forgive you to let you put your hands on me again this time I swear I will polish you treat you like the finest silver treat you the way you have always treated me and this time you won’t kiss her because everything won’t be all about me
For once.
-leavingapieceofyouhere//to the boy who always loved more