Now, pretty baby, I’m running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
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Now, pretty baby, I’m running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
When she fell, she fell apart.
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
as a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends
When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink
forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
“Whatever you say, it is not right.”
“Whatever you do, it is not enough.”
“Your kindness is fake.”
“Your pain is manipulative.”
When she lay there on the ground,
She dreamed of time machines and revenge
and a love that was really something,
Not just the idea of something.
When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises,
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes
When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
she never knew she needed
Standing broad-shouldered next to her
was a love that was really something,
not just the idea of something.
When she turned to go home,
She heard the echoes of new words
“May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice”
And even louder:
“without your past,
you could never have arrived-
so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance
…here.”
And in the death of her reputation,
She felt truly alive.
via weheartit
It’s 4:54pm, and all I can do is lay here wondering why people fall in love if they aren’t meant to be together.
My own anonymous confession to the world ( @late-nights-and-daydreams )
I was enchanted to meet you.
TAYLOR’S VERSION
Meet me in the pouring rain ☔
pretty girl 🤍
One of the best things that’s ever been ours will officially be hers again.
Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) arrives July 7th. 💜💜💜 Pre-order now!
Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) is yours July 7 💜
Nikki Lawson received the shock of her life at age 35.
And in your silence, I found my answer.
here’s a flashback in a film reel to ONE YEAR ago when our folklorian fam took home album of the year at the GRAMMYs! ✨ this is us trying to pretend it hasn’t been that long 🥲
📸: Kevin Mazur
Honestly one of the best dresses I’ve ever seen appropriate for the best album she’s ever written
In a room full of faces,
souls,
and personalities,
my heart - my eyes - and my hands
will always, always
search for
you.
“I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.”
— Unknown (via psych-facts)
“You messaged me out of the blue. I wasn’t looking for anyone, In fact I was too busy running from someone else, But I slowed down enough to reply “Hey.” You slowly became my good morning text, My drunken phone call, My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel, And you were there, Always.”
— FRS, Yes we met on tumblr, no she wasn’t a fifty year old man. (via larmoyante)
I love you.