tattoolit:

"They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
J.M. Barrie, Courage

tattoolit:

"They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”

J.M. Barrie, Courage

girlnah:

Oh you little paradoxical girl. Every little piece of information, every other being’s despair, every occuration - gets to you. Leaves scratches on your already affected mind. Takes you a great deal to process. Might leave a trace of a headache, a small pounding behind the sockets of your eyes - yet. Yet, you feel so aloof from all things real. The mundane life. Human race.

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

Stubborn Love

boyfriend-music:

The Lumineers “Stubborn Love“

She’ll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you think she means it this time
She’ll tear a hole in you, the one you can’t repair
But I still love her, I don’t really care