It Seems To Me That Love Is Everywhere

boundless sky searcher

[ourheartsareoldfriends]

the view between villages, noah kahan / marta zamarska / buzzcut season, lorde / my tears ricochet, taylor swift / ketchum id, boygenius / marta zamarska / mitski is more than tiktok, nytimes 

[glumshoe]

When did hikers develop the collective impulse to stack rocks and make obnoxious, useless decorative cairns at every park and river they visit? I don’t remember seeing them as a kid except as trail markers, but now they’re EVERYWHERE. What part of “leave no trace” don’t people understand?

[britney-j-christ]

I’m gonna leave a trace and it’s gonna be a cool ass rock tower in the woods :D

[glumshoe]

Please don’t! 

If you want to build rock towers, get your own rocks and build them at home. That’s perfectly fine. But rocks provide vital habitat for wildlife, especially in stream bed; moving and stacking them leaves them without shelter, crushes them, exposes their eggs, and leads to soil erosion and bank destruction. Leave them where they are.

Furthermore, cairns are used as trail markers to indicate routes. Creating pointless cairns for funzies and Instagram can actually be dangerous to other hikers who rely on them for navigation, and immensely frustrating for rangers. We don’t say “leave no trace” to be mean–we’re trying to protect both the environment and our visitors. 

[huytuf-deactivated20200512]

we’ve already proven how fucking stupid op is. this shit is so fucking annoying. aside from creek beds stacking rocks isnt hurting the fucking environment. which once again i remind you we arent separate from. please calm down and stop acting like people living their life and creating art is destroying an ecosystem.

[glumshoe]

Huytuf, if you love lost hikers and crushed salamanders so much, why don’t you carve it into a lovely old tree and let the world know? Or perhaps you’d rather chisel in the sentiment of “my artistic whims are more important than the safety of others and the health of an ecosystem”? After all, if we’re not separate from the environment, nothing we can do can hurt it or cause problems.

But what do I know? I’m just a stupid old park naturalist who is, according to you, going to hell for discussing folklore while not being militantly Christian about it.

[66dataa]

would it be okay to make a small one, then put the rocks back where they came from after you’ve taken pictures ect.

[kedreeva]

@maqpiie​​ Please don’t move them at all.

This is a Hellbender salamander. Hellbenders are the third largest aquatic amphibian in the world, and the largest amphibian in the US. They are extremely endangered, in huge part because people are moving rocks in what little habitat they have left to them. These big boys can live for decades and once they choose a rock to live under, that’s it, that’s where they live, and they do not do well relocating. Studies have found that if their rock is moved or even disturbed, the hellbender will not return to it- even if you can replace the rock how you think you found it. Moving rocks, even just briefly, runs the risk of crushing them, their young, their eggs, or depleting the places where their food sources hide (they eat mostly crawfish and small fish that hide among rocks), either from you moving the rock or from other rocks falling in the absence of the rock you moved. Even if it doesn’t immediately kill them, it can permanently displace and ultimately cause the death of one.

These are not the only creatures that suffer from habitat being destroyed, they are just one I happen to know the face, name, and situation of. Please, please, please. It’s not worth the photo. It’s just not. Leave nature in place where it belongs, leave no trace. Protect those that have no defense against you other than your choice to be kind to them.

[snoopysfriendwoodstock]

please meet my newest quarantine project: taylor swift playlists categorized by the development of my favorite motifs and themes in her songs!

can you see right through me? : songs about seeing others and being seen or known.

this is a big world, that was a small town : the romanticization of city life from her younger songs, the fresh new excitement of moving to a big city combined with the loneliness, the realization that the city has only become a fishbowl as more eyes are on her, her lover as the city.

i pace like a ghost : songs about being haunted or feeling like a ghost

2 a.m. who do you love? : staying up late, her most romantic moments happening first late in the night because she can’t sleep, then because it’s the most private time she has

i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you : beginning with the romanticization of a secret relationship until she realizes just how draining it is to keep secrets

oh, i remember : for better or worse, she’s always remembering!

it rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone : ALL the songs mentioning rain!

love’s a game, wanna play? : love as a game, mostly sarcastically

the worthwhile fight : the passion and fighting in her earlier relationships, until she realizes the person she loves is involved in the fight with her not against her.

in dreams i meet you in warm conversation : meeting her lover in dreams

we can follow the sparks, i’ll drive : he drives, she drives, her mom drives. everyone’s driving

would you run away with me? : asking someone to run away with her, find privacy somewhere. first, in fantasies, then asking someone to genuinely follow her around the world

i don’t want you like a best friend : taylor’s take on the friends to lovers trope

up in my room and our slates are clean : taylor’s room starts as a very childish place, and somewhere she goes to fantasize about love. it then becomes the only private place she has between her and her lover, it becomes a sanctuary. 

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

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[tayloralison]

Taylor Swift’s 30 Things I Learned Before Turning 30 + favorite quotes ✨

[indigo-night-wisp]

college gothic

someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.

you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.

freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.

your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.

someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.

your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?

you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.

your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.

the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.

you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.

someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”

you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.

the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.

the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.

the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.

“communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.

[sidestepup2thestreets]

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[flowersforpersephone]

welcome to new york is for the modern day explorers armed with polaroid cameras and endless optimism and trying to make everything into an adventure even if you are just going out for groceries and bright neon signs and glossy magazines and walking through a crowd and realising that you are just a background character in someone else’s story and collecting maps and tickets and tacky memorabilia from every city you visit

blank space is for the guests of life’s great masquerade ball and their forced smiles and private journals and the string of pearls caught around their necks like a noose and airport waiting lounges and holding a stranger’s gaze in public and for just a moment imagining a world where you stop them in the street and talk to them and stopping for an espresso at inner city cafes and deep red lipstick and walking with your head held just a little higher because you know you look good today

style is for the unlikely girl gangs and the photos you take in bathrooms on nights you hardly remember and effortlessly messy hairstyles and the stillness and silence in the air when you walk around at night time and screenshots of old text conversations and stumbling home when your family is already asleep and making extra effort to let people know what they’ve been missing and the traditional melancholy of a drive home from a concert 

out of the woods is for the daydreamers sprawled on top of freshly changed bedsheets and staring at the imperfections of your bedroom ceiling and worrying about the past and the future more than the present and flowers and patterns and stars in the margins of lined paper and dancing past the point of feeling tired when you can feel nothing but the music and that feeling of missing a step on the stairs that wakes you up when you are only half asleep and old bookshops and tiny house plants and the realisation that you have fallen into a routine

all you had to do was stay is for everyone checking their phone every three minutes for a message they know is never coming and 11.11 wishes and realising that some people have little parts of you that you can never get back and long lazy sundays alone and staring out of the window on public transport and making up stories about the people you pass and wanting to tell someone something and remembering that you don’t speak anymore

shake it off is for the ones who are starting again and your already forgotten new years resolutions and to do lists and never truly knowing what other people are thinking about you but not letting it worry you and wearing clashing colours and laughing at your own insecurities and singing really loud in the car with the windows rolled down and pink lemonade and not saving nice clothes for special occasions and smiling with your teeth and multicoloured strings of fairylights

i wish you would is for unconventional lovers who are slightly crooked and never fit the mould and that feeling of clarity you sometimes only get at 2am and wishing and hoping and putting all your faith into shooting stars that are probably just planes passing overhead and all the lights of the city and the way they blur when you drive really fast into the heart of it all and every soft shimmering person you let slip through your hands like smoke and the ones who shine so bright today but could be gone next time you open your eyes

bad blood is for those who can’t say certain names because they leave a bad taste in their mouths and leather jackets and friendship bracelets beginning to unravel and doing things just to spite those who said you couldn’t and missing someone you know you shouldn’t even think about and photographs ripped in half and laddered tights and waiting on an apology and thinking of a clever comeback three hours too late

wildest dreams is for the cynical hopeless romantics who’s head and heart are constantly are war and looking at the moon and realising that everyone looks up at the same sky and mentally taking a photograph because no camera can do a moment justice and the fear of slowly being forgotten and the need to leave not a mark on this world but a stain and falling in love just a little bit with anyone who’s even the slightest bit nice to you and family heirlooms and keeping others people’s clothes

how you get the girl is for anyone who deserves a second chance and confetti and soft pink chapstick and renting dumb romcoms to watch under four blankets and coffee shop encounters with strangers and home baking with someone you care about who has flour in their hair and 1950s love songs and pretending you’re not staring at someone and the moment you realise your heart isn’t broken it was just under repair

this love is for the children of the sea who got washed up by the tide and spend all their lives trying to get back and candles at dusk and anything vintage and lacy and driftwood and holding your breath without realising and letting people float away from you because you don’t want to trap them like butterflies behind glass and messages in bottles that never reach their destinations and being asked by adults what you want to do with your life and not having an answer

i know places is for the star crossed lovers who have all the odds against them and suddenly feeling like your life is a movie and having a soundtrack playing in your head and being the underdog and secret handshakes and private jokes and all black ensembles and meeting someone’s eyes across the room and it feeling like home and walking walls instead of pavements and fairytales that sort the world into good and evil and feeling invincible and being short of breath because you’re trying to laugh and run at the same time

clean is for those who became the hero of their own story and who greet each morning with a small smile because they weren’t sure they’d ever see it and scrapbooks of all the people you’ve ever been and jewelry from people you used to love that you don’t wear any more but can’t throw away and tear-streaked cheeks and hand written notes and floral soaps and being treated like you might break and the music he didn’t like but you did and waking up at the right time without your alarm and dressing in metallics and sheer blouses

[lovestory]

Minds change like the weather, I hope you remember today is never too late to be brand new

[thepowergame-deactivated2015091]

[forever-kfc]

Out Of The Woods quick edits because the scenery and staging of this is just mind-blowing. You've really outdone yourself @taylorswift because this music video is on a whole nother level

[friscalating]

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!

[idoitallthetime-deactivated2018]

One thing I know for sure: I’m in no way emotionally ready to see the Enchanted/Wildest Dreams mashup in high quality video and sound.

[wildestdreams008]

[forever-kfc]

@SasstasticShiv: Oh my god #1989TourDublin

HOLY GROUND ACOUSTIC Dublin 6/30/15

[taylorswift]

STADIUM VIBES Getting ready for Night 1 of #1989TourPhilly

[trexcherous]

i-think-you-should-speak-now

butwewerein-screamingcolor Floor 10; Row 16; Seat 1-2

weareethefoxes Section 118; Row 26; Seats 13-14

hanselandgracel Floor 8; Row 2; Seat 12

m-winchester Floor 10; Row 5; Seats 11-12

queerliberaltrash

mysweetayngel

imfinalllyclean

…

[forever-kfc]

forever-kfc Section 116, Row 24, Seat 18

[forever-kfc]

So quick self promo here: I will be at tomorrow's concert in Philly with my momma, who is a big fan of the Swifts Our seats are: Section 116, Row 24, seats 17&18 I will be rocking the crop and high wasted shorts, and also about a million glow sticks I will also be carrying this sign, which I've been working on for like 3 days. It is covered in glitter, paint, tape, and love See you there taylorswift the1989meetups