If you aim at what you can hit you’ll likely get there every time.
But if you aim far above your own head, even when you fail, you’ll fly so much higher than you could imagine.
I’d rather fly.
if you open your windows you can hear the collective screams of swifties all around the world who just heard the news that taylor just performed crazier
AND YOU SAY I ABANDONED THE SHIP BUT I WAS GOING DOWN WITH IT MY WHITE KNUCKLE DYING GRIP HOLDING TIGHT TO YOUR QUIET RESENTMENT AND MY FRIENDS SAID IT ISNT RIGHT TO BE SCARED EVERY DAY OF A LOVE AFFAIR EVERY BREATH FEELS LIKE RAREST AIR
So, this happens as a result of the tenderness *he* consistently shows her. She is, in true feminine nature, reflecting and responding to the tone he has set for the relationship.
Women want to be loved and cherished. Deep down, a woman in love is the young woman sitting on the metaphorical front step waiting in anticipation for the man she loves to return. This is the posture of her heart. She waits for him and responds with enthusiasm *because* he has demonstrated care for her outside of this moment and because he consistently reciprocates love and enthusiasm when they’re reunited.
Harshness feels like rejection to a woman. If he spends a week acting grumpy or annoyed with her when she greets him, she will take that as a sign that he doesn’t want her love. She will begin to withdraw, confused, and things will start to unravel.
Rightly ordered feminity is driven by the impulse to love and nurture. If she is prevented from properly existing in the feminine, she will wither.
Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? is for the girls who have years of built up rage they’ve never been able to express because they’re never taken seriously. They’re always too kind and too forgiving and put themselves last and then when they finally snap, no one understands why.