gedachtensoep

[thepalmsofmyhands]

zal ik dit maar weer eens gaan gebruiken

[poetryandthesea]

Lean on me, I already fell for you, any way.

// 10 words poem j.d.m.

(via poetryandthesea)

[poetryandthesea]

Have you ever platonically fallen for someone? For the things they say and how they can always cheer you up, no matter the circumstances? For how you can count on them and the way they get so enthusiastic about the things they love? Have you ever watched someone without them noticing and just felt your heart burst of love for everything they do and everything they are, feeling incredibly proud to have them as a friend? Have you ever been in awe due to the feeling of being blessed by the sheer existence of another human being?

// friendship j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[princessofgenovia]

[poetryandthesea]

Let me learn about you, about all the little things you do, about your favourite flower and the songs you sing in the shower Let me look at you up close from the back of your hand to the tip of your nose, your prominent cheekbones and your little toes Let me know of your dearest story which filled days with endless glory, so we can lay in bed when there’s shitty weather, to read it out loud and escape together.

// let me love you j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[deep-dark-fears]

[thepalmsofmyhands]

#6 Eye contact

‘s avonds kleur ik mijn papier zwart

en ik vraag me af wat zou doen

als ik geen pen had

hadden jouw ogen

mij maar al gevonden

maar ik ben te bang

te bang voor die glinstering

van open wonden

[thepalmsofmyhands]

#4 Dancing

dans een verhaal voor me

zie je zweten zie je zingen zie je lachen

dans totdat ik niet meer weet wie je bent

dans ons nader

dans ons verder

en vertel me dan alles opnieuw

want als jij danst

wil ik alles van je weten

[benevolentiaaa]

[thepalmsofmyhands]

“I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss, like real people do” 

[thepalmsofmyhands]

“We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit, weaving silence in between the threads”

[thepalmsofmyhands]

#2

we hebben gedanst

maar niet op dezelfde muziek

we hebben gezongen

mijn lievelingslied

een toekomst zocht ik niet

maar alsjeblieft

voor één keer wil ik niet met vingers aangeraakt worden

maar met een handpalm

heb me toch verdomme lief

[thepalmsofmyhands]

Duo’s

ik heb geen klok meer nodig

ik weet hoe leeuwen ruiken hoe roofvogels kijken

neem me mee naar de bomen raak mijn handen aan

laat me vergeten waar het open veld was

laat me iets anders zien dan die donkere lucht

[thepalmsofmyhands]

“Renaming my sexuality is a dance I am slowly learning the steps to.”

[heytheredali-deactivated2021070]

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

[thepalmsofmyhands]

#1 Outside the window

ik ben op het station en ik denk aan de nacht

maar van jou hou ik overdag

de zon mist je als je wegkruipt

‘s nachts ben ik thuis

we staan we voor de spiegel en ik laat je alle sterren in jouw ogen zien

een voorzichtig geluid

[thepalmsofmyhands]

Hoi ik doe dit groetjes

[alonesomes]

She is a year ago. She is the ache in the empty, the first time you changed your mind and the last time you were sorry about it. She is a city sleeping beside you, warm and vast and familiar, streetlights yawning and stretching, and you have never. You have never. You have never loved someone like this. She is your first stomach ache. Your first panic attack and your favorite cold shower. A mountain is moving somewhere inside of you, and her handprints are all over it. Here. Here. Here, you love her. In the fractured morning, full of too tired and too sad, she is the first foot that leaves the bed. She is the fight in you, the winning and the losing battle floating like a shipwreck in your chest. When they ask you what your favorite moment is, You will say Her. You will always say Her.

Caitlyn Siehl, Her, Her, Her (via alonesomes)