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[l o o k i n g b a c k] : seven, taylor swift // whorefrost // vacation, florist // how to be a wildflower, katie daisy // because dreaming costs money my dear, mitski // survival, adult mom // too young to burn, sonny and the sunsets
A paddleboarder floating along the last unfrozen water
He wanted her in ways like skin and tongue, what a shame she wanted him in terrible ways like 'please stay' and 'love me anyway'
i'm not sure how many of you have heard of slutsolution, aka illusionizing, but she was one of my favorite people in the world. taylor unfortunately died in a car accident in 2016, and i miss her every day. we were never actually friends, i just admired her from afar as she was so intimidating and amazing. taylors writing helped me through my darkest days, and i will never stop missing her. if you knew of her, you probably have heard of whorefrost, delusionizing, slutscars, lunarthelion, and ethereal_chaos. i look up to all of the people mentioned and am so thankful for their existence. i miss you every day taylor💗
YOU’RE SO PRETTY IT HURTS LOOKING AT YOU. I’M NOT JUST SAYING THAT TO SOUND POETIC, IT PHYSICALLY HURTS TO LOOK AT YOU I FEEL THIS SHARP PAIN IN MY CHEST AND I LIKE YOU SO MUCH IT SCARES ME TO DEATH. WELL NOT THAT MUCH BUT YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LIKE TO EXAGGERATE AND I KNOW YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB BUT BABY MAYBE YOU WERE JUST ALL IN MY HEAD BECAUSE I AM BEATING MYSELF UP OVER YOU, I AM BLACK AND BLUE OVER YOU. THERE IS A SAXOPHONE WHERE MY HEART SHOULD BE IT IS PUMPING CLEFS INSTEAD OF BLOOD IT IS PLAYING THE SADDEST SONGS I KNOW AND YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME MY MUSIC WAS TOO SAD TO LISTEN TO AT FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON. I WONDER WHAT YOU WOULD SAY IF YOU HEARD THE INSIDE OF MY HEAD. THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU I IMAGINED SLOW DANCING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TO THE SADDEST SONG YOU KNEW. I NEVER WANTED YOU TO BE MINE I JUST WANTED TO BE WITH YOU, IM SORRY I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT SOONER. YOU ARE SO SOFT WHEN YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER AND I AM SO SMALL WHEN I AM KISSING THE BACKS OF YOUR SHOULDERS AND I HAVE NEVER KNOWN PEACE BUT YOU FEATHERED THE SCREAMING MAN IN MY HEAD UNTIL HE TURNED INTO A DOVE, YOU TOOK HIS GUN AND YOU MADE ORIGAMI FLOWERS OUT OF SUICIDE NOTES AND SHOVED THEM DOWN THE BARREL. YOU ARE THE PEACEKEEPER TO THE WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY HANDS NEVER WANT TO HOLD A PEN LIKE A NOOSE WHEN THEY ARE HOLDING YOU. EVERYONE IS SAYING I NEED TO GET MY HEARTBROKEN SO I STOP WRITING ABOUT GIRLS WITH SUNSHINE HAIR BUT THERE IS AN OLD MOVIE PLAYING IN MY HEAD ON A LOOP, THE SOUNDTRACK IS A GLOOMY SUNDAY AT HEARTBREAK HOTEL. I AM HAVING BRUNCH WITH ELVIS AND LADY DAY THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT HOW SADNESS NEVER DIES BUT NEITHER DOES LOVE ITS JUST HAZY SKIES AND LIGHT BLUES AND YOU ARE SMILING LIKE YOUR MOUTH IS MADE OF ROSES. I AM CAPTURING EVERY TIME LIGHT FALLS ACROSS YOUR FACE IN A WAY THAT MAKES ME WANT TO KISS YOU. IT IS CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AND BREAK LIGHTS AND RED LIGHTS AND SUNLIGHT PRETTY MUCH EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOU. I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THIS TO YOU BUT YOU LEFT A DAY TOO SOON AND TIME NEVER MATTERED TO ME UNTIL I RAN OUT OF TIME WITH YOU
when whorefrost said “there’s no space in your loneliness for me” and when mary ruefle said “if you were lonely / and you saw the earth / you’d think here is / the end of loneliness / and i have reached it by myself” and when anis mojgani said “it is possible to be both alone and be loved” and when rainer maria rilke said “then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you” and when molly mccully brown said “(…) lonely like a body with a gift for burning.”