remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light. we can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this is our place, we make the rules. my boredom’s bone deep, this cage was once just fine. you’re in the kitchen humming, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings. lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it. home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives. silent dinners, bitter. I left all I knew you left me at the house by the heath. I loved this place for so long. don’t put me in the basement when I want the penthouse of your heart. now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time.
thinking about taylor switching out invisible string for the 1 on tour with the additional context of “but i’m not the one” in so long, london is legitimately making me feel sick to my stomach... “i’m a real tough kid” indeed.
not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHIN' RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! I'D RATHER BURN MY WHOLE LIFE DOWN!!!! THAN LISTEN TO ONE MORE SECOND OF ALL THIS BITCHIN' AND MOANIN'!!!!! I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHIN' 'BOUT MY GOOD NAME!!! IT'S MINE ALONE TO DISGRACE!!!!!!