In The Eye Of The Tornado It All Feels Everlasting

in the eye of the tornado it all feels everlasting

swirling winds, endless destruction,red snow

bruised minds and broken hearts

one day, it all ends. everything goes

Another dawn, a dusk bringing home

light pouring into brittle souls and bright eyes

What doesn’t wane in the blistering dark

only shines brighter under golden hues

In an instant we’re bursting in technicolor

those wounds still bleed blue but

the pinks I see heal the stings a smidge

marooned hearts painted a new shade

blinding lights, glistening faces all around

Wherever I wander, I return here

to words that hold my blood, brain and soul

after every guttural cold on barren branches

the colour returns home to the trees

A new bloom, stemming from the pain

my lessons giving birth to newer colours

each a unique crescendo of healing

i can't stop thinking abt the "You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days" line from So Long, London and the line "you don't ever read into my melancholia" from Lavender Haze... I've always thought that it was romantic that he didn't really read into her sadness but now i realise that maybe his melancholy clouded his head so much that he couldn't read into hers... i am sobbing brb

OH MY GOD!!! I am so happy for you!!!

One day I hope to be there😁😁

I have decided I want to be a main character written by Ali Hazelwood- smart, PhD-having boss bitch women who have very grandma-core hobbies and end up with the hottest nerds on the planet!! That’s the dream package!!

I love that Taylor’s words and music brings so many people together because we feel seen only through her. I’ve spent all my life trying to explain “I’m so depressed I act like it’s my birthday every day” and end up feeling like a clown. But in this fandom, we all get each other, we’re seen by one another through this shared piece of connection. That’s the beauty of Taylor’s raw and gut wrenching honesty.

mirror mirror on the wall

I wonder how the butterflies do it do they become someone new after every torturing metamorphosis that gives them wings that shine anew Or do they rue the glitter and turbulence during flying occurs do rivers show them someone else with the bruised heart theirs posses

I could scream till the world’s end about all the lies that they fed warped my mind to see a monster in place of the girl I should’ve fostered Now there she stands with eyes Just as fierce when they caged her I can hold her and touch but never reach the person behind the mirror

I drench in the rain of compliments from people who didn’t know her the rain pricks on my skin like glass needles maybe I’m the one who’s making it harder She didn’t just happen, I know the horrid storm morphed me to her with same eyes, hair and brittle heart stands a girl who hijacked my part

i love you tumblr during taylor swift release week