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Rebecca McNutt
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saccharind · 30 days
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“Darling, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time. How about a photograph of you? There is a spot on my dresser that my eye catches the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night and I can think of nothing I’d like better than to have your picture there —“
from Other People’s Love Letters, edited by Bill Shapiro
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keineheimat · 1 year
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life-spire · 1 year
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aimeecarreros · 2 years
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i always loved you. even when i didn't know it, i loved you. even when you didn't feel anything, even when you weren't you, i remembered the real you and i loved you.
― cassandra clare, queen of air and darkness
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ablogformyart · 1 year
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cricut: media ↳ ash kelley quote from morbid: a true crime podcast’s “episode 205: richard beasley “the other craigslist killer”” (jan 2023)
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shea-like-the-butter · 4 months
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imaginaryabyss · 10 months
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pianocat939 · 5 months
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Celina when typing out fuckery posts: *Eloquent language, proper grammar, superior usage of synonyms*
Celina when actually writing pieces: “Erm- when the goat went up da hill, da goat fell, and da goat said meh meh, and became a red neck.”
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miffycom · 8 months
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ballad of a broken soul ‧₊˚✩彡
Everyday, the light of my eye remains dim
And i don't even know, since when . . .
All my life, I have been playing the rag doll of your expectations
At this point, even the reason of living has lost its meaning
Crying myself to sleep is not what i actually wish or to read great many books of geography,
Looking pretty or being smart is not what i love,
But, why the hell do you have to make it so difficult
"You are overreacting, being toxic and blah , blah"
Is all of my existence is just for revenge?
If you want something from me then why criticize me?
Is all your bullying really necessary?
I wish I was older,
Maybe smoke a cigar or chug up a beer
Sway on the dance floor
Humming to songs that don't even exist.
I hum to those types of songs as the lead vocalist of my sorrow band
Which are followed by tears and inner screams as the drum and the bass
I have gotten used to this shit long time ago
But to cope, I silently cry inside with a pair of headphone on my external, fake side
So, i guess for you,
This is the ballad of a broken soul.
ʚ I actually just got this idea randomly so i decided to write a poem ɞ
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aliyyaharte · 8 days
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luckylluminati · 2 years
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Unrequited love
So what I know about this? Simple. It makes you wanna take your heart out, stab it three or a hundred times and put it back inside you and hope that you won’t feel a thing anymore. That’s what it’s like. At first you think you’ll be fine because you’re doing it for love. You tried to be patient and wait and wait and wait as if you were waiting for a train you know that is coming. Except this time, there’s no train. It’s just and old dusty train station of silence and darkness. Everything in the beginning was wonderful.
Then your efforts start to pour in. You try to show your love more and more each day. You put on your best smile to show that you are fine with what you’re doing. You don’t really expect something in return. Everyday it would be like that. You do things and then at the end of the day, you’re contented because the one you love feels better. You don’t really think of yourself.
Time passes by then you get to feel the exhaustion. Maybe it’s because of the routine of the showing your love without getting a little bit of appreciation. Of course, you weren’t doing it for anything in exchange but then you’re starting to feel empty. It’s like the love in your heart for yourself is already drained because of what you’re trying to give. That’s the time when you will realize how thibgs will get painful the next days.
Then come the realization that the love you gave will never be the same thing you will receive. Again, you will remind yourself that you never did it for something in return but of course, you will ask yourself, “I deserve to be loved back, right?” The answer is yes. You know that. The sad part is you know that the one you love isn’t the one who can love you the same way. So everything you did from day one until that day will come rushing to your mind.
You will question yourself why didn’t you leave a little love for yourself. All you did was love and love and love but still, you didn’t get to be loved back. That’s the moment when all you want to is stab your heart so you won’t feel a thing anymore, it’s like your drowning in the water but also dehydrated. It just hurts that it kills you. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back in return is already bad but you know what is the worst? You forgot to love yourself. I guess that’s what unrequited love is. You forget about yourself in the process of loving someone too much.
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xovera-toz · 5 months
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Fym they can't read cursive, how do they write like some COMPUTER?
-Stan, probably
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tenth-sentence · 5 months
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It was written in red cursive script, as if done in blood.
"Incarnations of Immortality: On a Pale Horse" - Piers Anthony
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leonardospoetry · 2 years
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Playing around writing cursive. It’s probably been more than a decade since I stopped writing this way so I’m still getting the hang of it, but I’m having fun! 
I just hope it’s readable lol
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