“The Tortured Poets Department” by Taylor Swift
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“The Tortured Poets Department” by Taylor Swift
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson
television aesthetics: Veronica Mars “I used to think I knew what tore our family apart. Now I’m sure I don’t. But I promise this: I will find out what really happened, and I will bring this family back together again. I’m sorry, is that mushy? Well, you know what they say. Veronica Mars, she’s a marshmallow.”
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because the weather was good, because the weather was bad and because the weather was good enough.
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I don’t believe in change. I believe in revelations. I believe that circumstances merely reveal parts of us that have yet to exist or have ceased to exist temporarily. We’ve always had the capacity to think and act differently. Certain aspects are simply revealed when important events occur that cause us to shift our lives. Nothing changes you, it reveals you.
“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like: love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, but I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I’d have the courage to seize it. And if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will.
Letters to Juliet (via sarcasticlester)
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Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
Terri Guillemets (via pagewoman)
Let go of the ones who hurt you Let go of the ones you outgrow Let go of the words they hurl your way as you’re walking out the door The only thing cut and dry In this hedge-maze life Is the fact that their words will cut but your tears will dry They don’t tell you this when you are young You can’t hold on to everything Can’t show up for everyone You pick your poison Or your cure Phone numbers you know by heart And the ones you don’t answer any more Hold on to the faint recognition in the eye of a stranger As it catches you in its lustrous net How quickly we become intertwined How wonderful it is to forget All the times your intuition failed you But it hasn’t killed you yet Hold on to childlike whims and moonlight swims and your blazing self-respect And if you drive the roads of this town Ones you’ve gone down so many times before Flashback to all the times Life nearly ran you off the road But tonight your hand is steady Suddenly you’ll know The trick to holding on Was all that letting go
“The Trick to Holding On” by Taylor Swift for Vogue (x)
You have survived every moment of your life, even the ones you swore you wouldn’t. This time is no different; you will last.
disney meme: [02/20] films >> beauty and the beast (1991) ‘‘for who could ever learn to love a beast?’’
Things must be accepted as they are. What is more, to say that we invent values means neither more nor less than this: life has no meaning a priori. Life itself is nothing until it is lived, it is we who give it meaning, and value is nothing more than the meaning we give it.
Jean Paul Sartre (via fashionissomething)