Taylor

26/NC/🏳️‍🌈

[agoraphcbja]

if i had a nickel for every time a female character suffered her entire life just to die at the end, i’d have too many fucking nickels stop doing this to them

[livwifeofkarl]

You break my heart. Then again, you break everyone's heart. — St. Elmo's Fire 1985 | dir. Joel Schumacher

movies that live in my heart

[thequotespot]

"Wear your scars with pride. They are the proof that you were stronger than whatever tried to destroy you."

[love-romance-relationships]

[love-romance-relationships]

[jeniferprince]

historians say they were friendly neighbors 👀

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[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926

[minimalistquotes]

The hardest battle is between your old habits and your new standards.

[love-romance-relationships]

[remanence-of-love]

[minimalistquotes]

Actions speak louder than words but consistency speaks louder than both. Choose people who always make you feel wanted.

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "I see you've taken it upon yourself to play the part of knight."

Person B: "It was that or let you die horrifically, so I think a 'thanks' is in order."

Person A: "I should rephrase. I see that you've decided to finally start doing your job."

Person B: "You wanna negotiate my pay again?"

Person A: "Thank you for saving me, o' dashing knight."

[taylor12230]

when the world gets quiet

there are moments

i don’t think you even notice.

little ones.

the kind that happen

in the middle of a FaceTime call,

when you laugh at something

or smile at your phone

and suddenly

i catch myself smiling too.

not because i meant to,

not because i was trying,

but because something about you

pulls it out of me

so easily.

it’s the way your laugh

turns the whole room lighter.

the way your smile

makes my chest feel less heavy.

the way i can be stuck

inside my own head,

overthinking everything,

turning every thought

into a thousand more,

and then you’re there.

just you.

and for a second,

my brain stops running.

the noise quiets.

the world softens.

everything that felt too loud

fades into the background.

and it’s just your face

on my screen,

your voice in my ear,

your laugh finding its way

into places in me

that have been tired

for a long time.

i think that’s why

it has always felt different

with you.

because you don’t just

make me happy.

you make me still.

you make me feel like

i don’t have to brace

for the next bad thing,

or explain every piece

of what i’m feeling,

or carry all of my thoughts

at once.

with you,

even the quiet feels safe.

and maybe that is

one of the softest ways

i know how to say it.

i smile because of you

in moments you don’t even see.

i smile at your laugh,

at your little looks,

at the way you exist

so naturally

and somehow still manage

to undo me.

i smile because

you bring peace

without even trying.

because when you are laughing,

i don’t want to be anywhere else.

because when you are smiling,

the rest of the world

doesn’t feel so heavy.

and when everything in me

wants to overthink,

you have this way

of becoming the one thing

my heart does not question.

you quiet the noise.

you soften the room.

you make the world

feel small enough

to breathe in.

and in those little moments,

when it is just you

and that smile

and that laugh

i never want to stop hearing,

i think to myself,

yeah.

this is why

it’s always been different.

[ss-writess]

“I want to be the reason you feel safe being soft again.”

[taylor12230]

The way I see you

i think i knew

before i wanted to admit it,

before i had the courage

to give the feeling a name.

it was in the way

your tired still felt beautiful to me,

the way your voice could reach

places in me

i thought had forgotten

how to be calm.

it was in how badly

i wanted to protect your peace,

not because you needed saving,

but because your softness

deserves a world

that does not keep mistaking it

for something it can bruise.

i see you

in ways i do not know

how to explain without sounding

like my heart has been carrying

a secret too big

for my chest.

i see the girl

who still longs for home

when life turns cruel

i see the woman

who keeps going anyway.

i see the laughter,

the stubbornness,

the tenderness you try to hide,

the heart that has been tired

but still somehow

knows how to be kind.

and i think

that is what love became for me.

not just wanting you,

not just missing you,

not just wishing

i could close my eyes

and be where you are.

but wanting to love you properly.

wanting to be gentle

with the parts of you

that had to be strong too long.

wanting to be steady

where others brought chaos.

wanting to deserve

the trust you place in me,

not by saying the perfect thing,

but by choosing you

in every quiet way

that matters.

i do not want

to love you loudly

just so the world can hear it.

i want to love you safely.

softly.

honestly.

in a way that lets your heart

take off its armor

and rest for a while.

and if you ever wonder

how i see you,

i hope you know this:

i see you

as something worth protecting,

worth waiting for,

worth learning how to love

the right way.

not because you are perfect,

but because you are you.

and somehow,

that has become

my favorite truth.

[taylor12230]

If distance had mercy

if distance had mercy tonight,

i would ask it for one small thing.

not forever,

not even morning,

just a doorway wide enough

for me to step through

and find you there.

i would not come with answers

or promises too heavy

for a tired heart to hold.

i would come quietly,

with open arms

and nowhere else to be.

i would let the world stay loud

somewhere far away from us,

let the day lose its teeth,

let your shoulders remember

they do not always have to carry

everything alone.

and if you needed to be small

for a while,

soft,

tired,

human,

i would not ask you

to explain the ache.

i would just hold you

like distance was the only thing

that ever got it wrong.

but since i cannot close my eyes

and appear where you are,

i will send my heart instead,

quiet and steady,

across every mile between us,

hoping somehow

you feel the softness

trying to reach you.

[taylor12230]

Without the Label

We may not have the title yet,

not the kind people ask about

and expect a simple answer to.

There may not be a label

wrapped neatly around us,

no official word

for what we are becoming.

But that doesn’t mean

this isn’t real.

Because I know what my heart does

when it comes to you.

It chooses you

in the quiet.

It chooses you

in the distance.

It chooses you

when things feel easy

and when life makes us prove

that softness can survive hard days.

We may not be official,

but I have never felt halfway here.

I am yours

in the way my loyalty stays steady.

Yours in the way my care reaches for you

without needing to be reminded.

Yours in the way your voice feels like home

even through a phone.

Yours in the way I smile

just from seeing your name.

And maybe the world

would need a label

to understand that.

But I don’t.

I know what it means

when you reassure me.

I know what it means

when you show me I matter.

I know what it means

when somehow,

through all the distance

and all the noise around us,

we still find our way back

to each other.

So no,

we may not have the official word yet.

But my heart has already made

its choice.

It is steady with you.

It is soft for you.

It is patient beside you.

It is not waiting around confused.

It knows.

And in every way

that matters before the label catches up,

I am yours.