[lovely-moon-tonight]

Kiss the cobwebs

As you brush their face

And brush them away

The soft touch

Of old floorboards

Like aching arthritis

Calling me home

It’s worn down

The curtains hang

Like arms that don’t

Recall how to embrace

The shutters stutter

Over welcomes they used

To have memorized

The welcome mat

Makes a sad comment

About not recognizing

My shoes

The kitchen that once

Rang with laughter

Sighs every day

Over forgotten tea and coffee

Planning a party it

Has no one to invite to

This place was a home

Now it’s dust

It’s shadows in the corner

Pretending to be us

It’s boarded up windows

Like closed lips

It’s cracked mirrors

(We never saw ourselves

Clearly anyways)

It was once a home

Roll up my sleeves

Make it into

A new one

[lovely-moon-tonight]

I am the coffee at the tip of your fingers, deluding myself that you might still pick me up and drink me down.

I’ve long gone cold, and we both know it’s only a matter of time before I end up in the trash like all the others.

I know that.

But I leave a ring on the table- you were never good at using coasters- anything to prove I existed.

Here, on the table, in your veins, pulsing through your heart.

I used to know every beat.

Now I can see, it’s me who needs to detox myself from you.

[maybe-itsforthebest]

- j (x)

[starlightacademia]

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

[rueyam]

a good heart will always look for a spark of goodness in everyone, that’s our curse

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[taylorswifts13]

Taylor Swift; The Eras Tour at Mercedes-Benz Stadium on April 28, 2023 in Atlanta, Georgia

[1989taylorsversion]

I know we keep saying "this doesn't change Midnights" but actually over the last month it's been settling in for me that Midnights very much feels like an album written by someone processing the end of a relationship - revisiting old pain, revisiting deep love, reflecting on a lonely future... I don't know. I think this breakup was a very slow burn and you can hear that on Midnights.

[cametotheshowinsd]

Who would you be sad with? And who would you deal with when they were sad? Grey skies every day for months, would you still stay?

[edensania]

Chise and Elias ♡

[wouldvebeensweet]

live footage of taylor swallowing a bug tonight in chicago (6/4/23)

[lovely-moon-tonight]

I loved you even as you were leaving: the one I gave my heart to simply because I didn’t know how to keep my love to myself. Desperate to find something to cherish, something to keep, I gave myself away, again and again.

I loved you even as you hated me: the one I trusted to keep my smile safe. I hoped for affection, and was met with indifference. You tolerated my love simply because you feared being alone.

Now I stand on a solitary love, one I keep for myself, that I give to no one. I keep this heart, this smile, this feeling, and guard it for the right people. I have regretted you, but I will not regret again.

It’s my fault. I should have loved myself first.

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

[moleculargraces]

There’s only so much time, we have to play with To waste it is a crime, we have so much to give

//

Never let me go

[wouldvebeensweet]

TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour - Foxborough, MA - May 20th, 2023

[wouldvebeensweet]

TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour - Foxborough, MA - May 20th, 2023