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Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

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Mary Oliver, from “When Did It Happen?,” Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015)

swiftiedits

the eras tour on film by swiftiedits

like or reblog; <3 credits on @beyahsamsvn ~ pls DO NOT REPOST IT AS YOUR OWN

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— Eeva-Liisa Manner, from “The Way The Seasons Changed.”

flowerytale

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

theerastour

Taylor's guitars on the Eras Tour

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important update from op:

crossedmythoughtlessheart

just taylor swift being ethereal on the eras tour

selenastaylors

shoutout to all the teenage girls in their 20s who are streaming speak now tv rn

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OK but I get peter betraying the marauders, if I was nicknamed wormtail I'd be pissed too

quotemadness

Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.

Florence + the Machine

metamorphesque

i'm all the people i've ever loved

loseness lines over time by olivia de recat, @i-wrotethisforme, Kaveh Akbar, Olivie Blake

tockthewatchdog

anyone else having A Week? They put something in this week. this week is laced

valtsv

i think my favorite thing in tragic narratives is when there's no question that everyone is doomed and there's no going back, but instead of just angsting dramatically about it the characters choose to sing or dance or share a meal together one last time before they go to meet their fates. whether it's a couple swaying together in each other's arms and allowing themselves one last moment where all that matters is each other before it all has to come to an end, or a ragtag group of misfits and rebels united by a single cause despite their differences singing and sharing food and drink around a fire, or whatever scenario you can think of, there's just something so painfully human about it, about that fierce determination to find joy and comfort in the most hopeless situations while you still can. otherwise what are we fighting for. what are we suffering and giving our lives for if not that there will still be singing and dancing when we are gone.