20.10.14

fine-proposition:

fine-proposition:

the fact that i said i would study if taylor noticed me DAMN IT 

WHY DID I SAY THAT 

 the irony right now

IS THIS A GAME SWIFT? ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME STUDY? 

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(via sweeranlovestory)

20.10.14
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You told me to trust you but I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown.
20.10.14

taylorswift:

swiftpmore:

Dancing to Out Of The Woods like: 

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taylorswift

This is the correct choreography for Out Of The Woods.

(via tayswayfanfic)

19.10.14
You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.
(via versteur)

Amen to that ;( (via be-tween)

(Source: thr0wmyfaith, via tbhkate)

19.10.14
lesbianaunt:

millika:

Who’s Alex?
Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

kick ass

lesbianaunt:

millika:

Who’s Alex?

Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

kick ass

(via thebutthurtandthebrave)

19.10.14
kushandwizdom:

More pictures here
14.10.14

thebrokenheartedthatstillsing:

maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

Reading this was so satisfying woah

(via onceuponasnacktime)

14.10.14

thanksforsayingthat:

monica-geller:

I’M LIKE

BLOWN AWAY

BY HOW DIFFERENT THAT WAS FROM ANYTHING TAYLOR HAS EVER DONE

BUT IT WAS QUINTESSENTIALLY TAYLOR SWIFT SONG

AND IDK HOW SHE DOES THAT??? 

LIKE THE SOUND WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD AND PERFECT AND DIFFERENT TO ANYTHING I’VE EVER HEARD FROM HER OR ANYONE EVER

BUT SHE STILL WRITES LYRICS THE SAME PERFECT AMAZING HONEST WAY SHE DID WHEN SHE WAS 16

I NEED TO BREATHE I THINK I PUNCTURED A LUNG

(via out-ofthe-woods)

14.10.14
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that’s the way it was, you know? we’d lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and say, “if i go in tomorrow i will kill myself” and mean it all the way and then when the morning came, we’d get out of bed and sling backpacks over our shoulders. maybe that’s the reason everyone thought we were faking it: because we were so damn awful at going through with it.

god, how many of my friends ended up underground. humans remember pain in odd ways. i know when you died i clutched my chest and howled for hours. it still hurts, but not as bad as it used to. i always think, “alright, i’ve lived through this enough times that i’ll be alright the next time,” but i don’t think we ever really learn how to be alright at all.

and you hurt and you wake up and you remember the pain from last night in an odd way and you say to yourself, well, okay, i can handle today, it’s a wound but it’s healing. and then at night you say, no more of this ever again. and the cycle starts over again.

god, but did i live for the weekends. what a waste of life that is: hating five out of seven days. what were they even supposed to be teaching us, because all i learned is that you can be bone-crushingly tired and so sad that the smallest things make you cry and you will still be able to put both feet on the floor the next day. i guess it taught me i could survive anything, but it wasn’t a lesson i think they kept in the curriculum. were we supposed to be so young and already know so much about sorrow?

god, these quiet mornings. i hate remembering. i hate being.

(i’m sad, but i’m staying, and so should you) // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

(via out-ofthe-woods)

14.10.14
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via tiredestprincess)

(Source: larmoyante, via sunsoakeddaysstarlitnights)

12.10.14
tattooed-disappointment:

angry-slowpoke:

Guess what I got at the thrift store

is it a number 2? use that shit on every scantronevery time someones like "please take out your number 2 pencil"take it out and scream
“ME HOY MENOY”

tattooed-disappointment:

angry-slowpoke:

Guess what I got at the thrift store

is it a number 2? use that shit on every scantron
every time someones like
"please take out your number 2 pencil"
take it out and scream

ME HOY MENOY”

(via thebutthurtandthebrave)

12.10.14
shonaaak:

i just want it to be summer so i can be lazy and float my ass around 

shonaaak:

i just want it to be summer so i can be lazy and float my ass around 

(via fuckitsb)

12.10.14

userbar:

i used to think

if only you could put pizza on pizza and believe there was no way it could be done

but now, i have seen the light

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(via an-awkward-person)

12.10.14
sprigeri:

When two people are quiet, they have a lot to say

sprigeri:

When two people are quiet, they have a lot to say

(via crowandtheflutterbye)

12.10.14