Looking after my partners wee boy and his friends 2 kids and honestly I can’t wait for my house to sound like this all the time. I know it’s not all peaches and roses and they’ve bickered half the day but the laughter and joy coming from upstairs makes my ovaries hurt
A core memory from this weekend that’s not Taylor related was crying to the only exception with my sister holding hands and cuddling. That experience is so special to the two of us.
Nothing will beat the feeling of this moment. Haunted into exile and back. I literally could have ended right there and been happy. The best night of my life
Me this morning “I really wish she would sing haunted tonight but it’ll never happen”
Me during surprise songs scream crying and singing haunted. Life made!!
i was talking to my best friend the other day and i realised the reason why i never run out of things to talk about with her is because i have the liberty and comfort to verbalize the constant stream of thoughts in my head without the fear of being subject to judgement
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7
Moments like this make me feel so blessed. Reading a book snuggled up with my mad with a blanket, fire in and Taylor Swift in the background. #maincharactermoment