Happy Taylor Swift and Noah Kahan month or otherwise known as August! May your air be salty, your doors be rusty, and you feel alive for the first time in a long time!
finished the great divide and immediately ripped my headphones off and tucked myself into bed. whatever. i don’t even care. i’m not even affected by this. who cares.
I genuinely forget Taylor runs in my bloodstream and every time I get a real sighting i start getting genuinely emotional like fuck this swiftie shit is for life