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itsme-espy 7 years ago
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It's a healthy kind of love, I like it.
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itsme-espy 7 years ago
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itsme-espy 7 years ago
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You are The Secret Garden kind of beautiful.
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itsme-espy 7 years ago
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I love you logically
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itsme-espy 7 years ago
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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BARE
My mother once told me to never love someone with all my heart But I couldn鈥檛 help but love you so intensely As there were as many reasons as there are stars Only I forgot they鈥檙e each violent spheres of fire
Like the colours in your eyes Like the shade of pink on your lips I will always love you
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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Feeling Failure
Year after year working hard, trying not to fall apart.
Pretending everything's ok, while it鈥檚 taking a toll on my heart.
I鈥檓 not good at music, I鈥檓 no better at art. I just can鈥檛 wait for my life to start.
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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Pass The Parcel
getting a hold of me sharing whats inside unwrapping each layer with nothing left to hide
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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Broken beating organ
A love lasting almost two years ending in missed calls and lots of tears cuddling up to different skin steep steps in another direction knowing somethings wrong within now dreaming of a guy with nothing left to give
and I wonder why
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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Dear Y
Can鈥檛 get to sleep tonight, under a sky full of noisy stars.
You鈥檙e all I want by my side, wishing you鈥檇 kiss away my scars.
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itsme-espy 8 years ago
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The halves that halve you in half,
Cut up about the halves that create a person, the categories you are placed in, the difference between country, culture, race, tradition, how we were all born and raised. When filling out a form, which boxes are you ticking?
I struggle with trying to be myself. I struggle with fitting into both parts of me.
What鈥檚 it like to be whole?
Walking around oblivious to the other sides, the other parts, the other bits. Each creating their own little piece of me that I don鈥檛 understand. The pieces of me that I push aside as it creates confusion, a question that leads me in frustration.
I know I鈥檓 not making any sense but my mind won鈥檛 shut up about the little things; from anything to everything to something and everything again.
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