Dancing With Our Hands Tied // Taylor Swift
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Dancing With Our Hands Tied // Taylor Swift
All too well
but we were something don't you think so?
sure would b nice to b held gently, like a peach in the palm of one’s hand
“You were gasping and grasping onto things that were never yours to begin, to search for the light at your end of the tunnel. The light that was already yours, waiting to be held. The light that was already inside of you, waiting to be discovered.”
— Lukas W. // The light
I’m sorry, I took you for granted.
Remember when
You would come to the library with me
So I could read poetry.
And it wasn’t your scene, but you would come with me anyway. Hold my hand and carry my books.
Well now
You should see the poetry I write for you.
You fill every page
And
I still can’t seem to find you again
Even amongst all the words
The spilled ink pouring over the edge of every page
You’re not here but i wish you was
I wish I could get your look out of my mind.
The look of you staring down at me like you had seen no greater heaven than in my eyes.
I think
about
how he might
look at me
But
he could never look at me like you did.
He could never be you
I wouldn’t want him to
I have loved people who have only ever wanted the curvature of my body.
Why was I foolish to think they were good enough for me? when they didn’t want to know about all of the things that make me special.
As if the outline of my body is the only place love could exist.
As if it would be found right here In the crevice of my hips.
As if there isn’t enough beauty in my heart already just spilling out for you
I nail hard into every piece wood
Building up the walls
Between you and I
Stay back
Stay out
There’s nothing inside here for you
there are one too many walls
Around my heart
You can’t reach me
anyway
Go before it’s too late
3:16am
To me
He was hand crafted by god
The rest of us pumped out on a rotation line
Not nearly as special.
But god took his time with this one
Paid attention to every intricate detail
And
Planted him down right in my hands
Like a gift on Christmas morning
Thank you oh thank you
For giving me someone so perfect, so special
But wait
Where are you going
Where are you taking him
He’s mine
I’m not done with him yet
But you didn’t listen
You snatched him away
Until my hands were cold with loss
But the way you say my name has me dreaming of whispered conversations at 2am when the only thing on my mind is the taste of your lips and the words trapped on the tip of my tongue. You’re drunk on sleep and your voice is a little too loud but there is no melody the walls would rather dance to than the sound of your laughter filling up the room. The world has stopped moving but this moment is still gone too quickly and I am left desperately trying to hold on to the shape of your smile. I feel your hand brushing against my skin and for the first time in my existence, I know what it means to be alive. Oh lover, I look at you and I see the glowing moon painted over the ocean. I look at you and I see the unfaltering light of even the most distant stars. Dear, I look at you and I see the fire burning in the depth of your heart.
Why do we carve ourselves out
Trying to cut ourselves perfectly into the person we think that they will want
Thinking That it will suddenly make us the perfect puzzle piece that they were missing all along
Why aren’t we just enough for ourselves
Realising that our true beauty is in the shape we already are
That we are already whole to begin with, and have been all along
That we do not need to cut ourselves down into smaller pieces
Making less of ourselves
Trying to be enough
For someone
Who really cannot be enough for us anyway
“May this heart learn to break quieter this time, as I let you go again tonight. May these bruised hands learn to tremble less, as they find their way out of the silhouette of your ghost. This time, may this soul learn to fill the void in these veins, as I look for you no more when the Sun comes.”
— Lukas W. // This time will be different (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
If i could give you one piece of advice
it would be
do not fall in love with somebody who only has lust for you
do not let them objectify you whilst you make them your world.
you are worth more than that
From my book Secrets of a Broken Heart, available here:
- https://www.secretmidnightpress.com/shop
- https://www.bookdepository.com/Secrets-Broken-Heart-Lee-Martens/9780998438153
- https://www.amazon.co.uk/Secrets-Broken-Heart-Lee-Martens/dp/0998438154/
how can i see beauty in others
when they do not look like you
Its like beauty only exists in the shape of you
And you are the only thing i see