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fluentinswiftsongs

And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. -seven, taylor swift

fluentinswiftsongs

To make some sense of what you’ve seen... Epiphany (t.s.)

orionhong

margaret atwood // doom days - bastille // azra t. // carry on - rainbow rowell // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // cruel summer - taylor swift // gregory orr // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquiston // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // cruel summer - taylor swift // erica jong // sober ii (melodrama) - lorde // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // ghosts - florence + the machine // tamerlane - edgar allan poe // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // cruel summer - taylor swift

rosacarolina

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lifeinpoetry

as if there aren’t politicians thirsty for my ethnicity, but not my capacity for love, as if this tongue that traces blood and salt along the necks of white boys who call me beautiful isn’t a double-edged sword, as if I didn’t cut out my mother tongue to make room for white cock, as if the light in my father’s eyes doesn’t go out every time I share a poem that he doesn’t understand, as if he didn’t leave his heart somewhere near the body of his mother that burned across an ocean for him to come home, and I get it. I get that it is impressive to master the language that once oppressed you, to march the salt back into the water as if your country was never stolen from you, but there is only so much I can swallow before I sicken, allowing you to feast on the gristle of my heritage every time you say that I am so eloquent.

— Nisha Patel, from “I am so eloquent,” Coconut (via lifeinpoetry)

bandaidsfortheheart

It’s a Sunday night and I’m past four, and it seems like only I know what that number is for. But maybe this skin isn’t as thick as I would like it to be. Maybe someone else already knows me. Maybe I want them to. At least at night I do. But when the sun comes, I dress in sleeves. I don’t want anyone to know what it means. I don’t want to be me. So why would I want anyone to see me?

Sunday night, V.P. (via bandaidsfortheheart)

theoldtaylors

I should’ve asked you questions I should’ve asked you how to be asked you to write it down for me should’ve kept every grocery store receipt ‘cause every scrap of you would be taken from me watched as you signed your name: marjorie all your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me

Marjorie Finlay (1928-2003)

#this song especially this verse brings tears to my eyes because it reminds me of my beloved aunt #oh taylor #i love you so much