Thought Daughter - Tumblr Posts

To be loved is to be seen

„I‘m America‘s Sweetheart💋“

melancholic girl

in a different universe you love me back

Human Anatomy

I love the warmth hands that reach to cup my face.

I love that fingers that glide across my face in a race to stop the tears.

I love the feet that allow me to engage in a game of footsies.

I love the arms that wrap around my torso as I regain my footing.

I love the nose that positions itself in the dips of my collarbone.

I love the spine that holds me steady as you whisper sweet nothings to me.

I love the knees that hold steady under the weight of the world.

I love the mouth that allows me to not only consume but to devour.

I love the ears that allow me to take in the entirety of the world.

I love the eyes that speak for me when no words can be said.

Sometimes a loving mother's words is all ur day needs to go good

Dead muse

Archive #28 | copyright to saturnsfairycat

Author's note: this one literally just came to me while I was in the middle of a conversation with @raccoonboy321 on instagram lmao what - anyway enjoy!

Dead Muse

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I wrote so much about you, my poetry on the walls, and scattered across my room.

I know so much about you, words can only be used as personifications because simplicity is absentminded in your presence.

I read into it too deep, I forget to drop the pen sometimes and my hand cramps up in the same position for the longest of times.

Too sore to stretch out my worn fingers, too hesitant to stop.

What if I forget you? How else am I supposed to remember you?

The feeling of pain is exhilarating as I scratch bloody ink onto paper, dizzy from all the emotions, it spills out in splotches instead of brainstorms.

I get overwhelmed by all the ways to describe you, my imagination runs wild at the thought of moments we can share together.

Can? Or did?

Wait,

Did that even happen?

I forcefully pause as I stare at my writing,

They are just words, nothing more.

I glance down at my bloody fingers in confusion,

What were you like? I don't remember.

But I wrote it down—

Fuck,

I don't remember if that was how you are as a person, or if that's how I wanted you to be.

I thought I knew you, but we barely even held eye contact long enough for you to see my inky tears.

I thought I wrote a lot about you, but all these words— these words are merely personifications of how absentminded you are.

The emotions are so strong, because the blood that draws from where my pen scratches into my own skin are the words.

I don't even remember the last time you smiled at me.

"He smiles at me every time he sees me."

I don't even remember the last time I saw him.

Words, on my pieces of paper.

Useless.

And still on my walls,

And scattered across my floors;

Haunting my simplicity

As my hand stays in the same position,

Throughout this whole time.

Fr </3

i wish i didn’t care about anything

“i’ve got a war in my mind.” ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

fffffffffuuuccckkkkkkk texting first

fuck “talking” stage

fuck waiting for a reply

yearn for a real conversation and touch

Pretty little trinkets

My mood board for the school year

- about me

my name is layla, i prefer to be called lals, im 15 and my birthday is 28th december, if you would like to talk to me mesaage me on daddylal32 on instagram

- my interests

🦢 my fav movies: speak, the virgin suicides, girl interrupted and the black swan

🩰 my fav artists: lana del rey, mitski, alex g, millionares, ayesha, nirvana and tokio hotel

🪷 more of my interests: i like to edit, girl blogging, shopping, fashion and i love to watch movies.

🎀 interact if u like any of them