Meet Me At Midnight.

[midnights-bw]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

[midnights-bw]

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it

And then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from hell"

[midnights-bw]

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

[thelife0fashowgirl]

Sweet Nothing // Taylor Swift

[midnights-bw]

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡?

𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?

[midnights-bw]

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏,𝟑𝟖𝟗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞

-B.W

[midnights-bw]

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

[midnights-bw]

[midnights-bw]

[midnights-bw]

“𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]

[sombrewoodlandfairy]

Midnights × midnight paintings

part 1 | part 2

[sombrewoodlandfairy]

Midnights × midnight paintings

part 1 | part 2

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

healing involves a lot more grieving than you’d expect. progress hurts. you’re moving on from things that happened but also things you wished would happen and never did. mourning does not mean you are not getting better.

[yourivygrows]

thinking about her (the version of me who has already heard midnights)

[stillgotscars]

i will always treasure the magic of listening to a brand new taylor album for the first time, but what’s just as magical, if not more so, is when several weeks have passed since that initial listen, and you suddenly have a realisation: this collection of songs and stories has gone from being hers — fragments of her heart, her mind, and her personal experiences — to becoming an enduring part of the fabric of your own life. you craft it anew, carrying each song with you through significant moments of your life, and holding them close to your chest during sleepless nights — nights full of tears, re-opened wounds, and loneliness. eventually, the album leaves a permanent, indelible mark on your heart and starts to feel like home: a safe, warm, comforting escape. i am just so ready to experience this with midnights.

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

countdown to 𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 🌙

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