Taylor Swift’s Headlining Tours
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Taylor Swift’s Headlining Tours
Long live the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life, with you.
AAHHHHH I FREAKING LOVE THIS
“The ocean doesn’t complain about the dance of ten million waves; so don’t be concerned with the rise and fall of thoughts.”
— Papaji (via minuty)
I’m wearing your sweater today. Oh god, how I wish it still smelled like you.
healing happens over time.
healing is going to take work.
healing isn’t easy.
healing feels impossible some days.
healing doesn’t happen the same way for everyone.
healing is worth it.
barefoot in the grass, wearing my white cotton sundress, eating fresh strawberries and drinking lemonade.
this is the life
“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
things i’m learning as i get older:
most of the time people learn from experience so just let them be, they will find out on their own what you tried to teach them and that’s ok.
your parents are just people and they do bad things too but they are your parents so love them even when it’s hard.
you will meet a lot of people who you think are superficial acquaintances but having a network is part of being a successful adult. no one ever got somewhere great without hands helping them up.
friends will leave. even the ones who have been there from the start. it hurts, i know. but people change. you’ve changed too.
throw things away and live more minimally. it keeps you free to move and you learn to appreciate the moment more.
you’re still so young. no matter what. it’s true what they say. you will never be as young as you are right now. in this moment. do that thing you want to do. whatever it is.
no one knows what they are doing but if you go in with a smile and willingness and effort, chances are you’re already one step ahead.
love will come in many forms. at different stages of your life. it will be the love that you need at that time. so let it come when it comes and who knows? maybe this just might be the time it stays.
Isn’t it weird how you can actually feel the pain in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings
Big god // Florence + the machine
I WOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING TO RECIEVE THIS
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“I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile. Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever. And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations. But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws? Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me? Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.”
— (via feellng)
Sana kapag sinabi ng tao na mahal ka. Yung totoong mahal. Yung totoong mahal na hindi ka kayang tiisin. Yung totoong mahal na palaging may oras sa ‘yo kapag kailangan mo siya. Yung totoong mahal na hindi ka iiwan sa ere kapag malungkot ka. Yung totoong mahal na kapag nagtatampo ka, susuyuin ka at hindi na makikisabay pa. Yung totoong mahal na kapag malungkot ka, itatanong kung ano yung problema at susubukan niya ang lahat maging okay lang ang lahat para sa 'yo.
Sana yung ganung pagmamahal. Hindi yung sinabi lang dahil masarap sabihin at maramdaman. Ibinibigay din 'yan. Para maramdaman din nung taong palaging nagbibigay.
Can you do a snippit where an angel has just lost their wings
The angel tried to stand - once, twice, three times. Each time they tipped off balance.
How did humans bear it? They felt off balance, like some vital part had been ripped away, overcompensating for something that simply wasn’t there anymore. It had been ripped away, burned away, gone.
Their shoulders hurt. Their spine hurt. Everything hurt.
In the end they simply knelt upon the grass, fingers digging into the earth still wet from recent rain. The angel’s breath came quick and raw and too shallow.
“I’m sorry,” they whispered, head bowed. “Father, I’m sorry. Please.”
Silence.
They fumbled a hand along their shoulder as if that would somehow magically bring their wings back, soft and fierce and theirs. Perhaps the lack of wings should have made them feel light, insubstantial, but they felt more weighed down than ever before. Graceless in all senses of the word.
A shadow fell over their crumpled form.
The angel looked up, vision blurred with tears.
“Are you alright?” the human asked. Their brow was pinched with concern, eyes uncertain, mouth twisting down. “I - crap-” The human shrugged off their jacket, gaze darting over them. “Put this on, yeah? God.”
“My wings,” the angel said, numbly.
The human’s expression turned more wary but they shrugged the coat over the angel either way.
It took them a moment to realize they were otherwise bare.
The angel swallowed, heart pounding.The angel swallowed, heart pounding. God, they could feel it pounding. Everything about the human form felt intense. Skin seemed a pitifully weak layer of armour. Featherless, they felt exposed. They tugged the jacket tighter around themselves. “…thank you.”
“Are you hurt?”
Beyond repair.
“Can you stand?” the human pressed.
The angel shook their head. Their vision fogged, swelled, doubled.
The human offered them a hand all the same, pulling them up. “Whoa.” Nervously, they caught the angel’s forearms as they stumbled, bracing the angel’s weight. “Easy there.”
“My wings,” the angel said hoarsely. “My wings are gone.”
The human’s wariness was only growing, something odd on their face. They started to pull their hands aback only for the angel to promptly wobble.
Right. Humans. Stop talking about wings.
“Come on,” the human muttered. “We’ve got to get you inside - the demons will make a right meal ticket out of you.”
…demons.
The angel stared.
A cry rose up in the distance.
“Shit.” The human tensed. “Move.”
Demons?
The angel reached for a grace that didn’t want to come.
They still felt the presence as it stopped at the end of the park.
Demons.
Or rather, demon.
The human said it first - shit.
I don’t know how to love with anything other than my whole heart, and man that scares the shit out of me.
“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue