#louis tomlinson and taylor swift

[you-need-not-apply]

Tumblr is truely back in style and wtf vibes

[vettelsvee]

since the tortured poets department is out in two days, i hereby announce i’m doing an announcement about an upcoming project f1 related (obviously) in two days

sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, max verstappen, mick schumacher, lando norris, carlos sainz and george russell girlies, i think you’re gonna like this mix

[glswift]

heart to heart.

[neonspacewalker]

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[hershey-the-person]

if u find me looking at my phone with a goofy smile .... it's not someone im flirting with.... im just looking at memes or wholesome stuff about my comfort people or books and shows

[sinligh]

i want peace,

not the measured one that life offers me from time to time like a band-aid that will be ripped off before I heal

I want it like a graft,

patching up the exposed areas that i scraped off of my soul to feel lighter..

to move on.

I’m trying to write an independent story from all the tragedies of the women around me

digging my own plot with my nails on the exact same rocks that were used

to stone them..

carrying the guilt of that, the way they carried the shame of existence. The only difference is i refuse to ask for forgiveness.

sometimes it feels like all my feelings are over felt, if not by me then someone else.

I've seen it over and over again I, the eye of an outsider

or that of the storm

stood still when it all spiraled around me, I held on to the rubble,

and cemented myself back together

more often than not, I did it with rage so whenever i got spilled, like blood under an old rug,

with all my particles separated into different identities, unseen, uncared for while i floated in an astral projection status

Ironically, the core was always one

rage, rage again…

aging rage!

It's all that i know, it's all the shades.

I exist, Like an ugly bruise

Violet fading to blue, violent, contrasting the softness that i long for.

I can't seem to explain my existence to anyone, not even myself.

a bruise, self inflicted or not, I can’t stop examining it, obsessively

dissecting pieces of my soul, trying to find a marker for the malicious cells that overgrown my own.

In the daylight I get fascinated by the way it changes colors, and when sleep sits heavy on my eyelids i press on it harder,

curious to where will i draw my threshold line.. do i know how to exist without all this pain?

am i just a phantom of coping mechanisms, and survival instincts,

Shades of hysteria, along with estrogen ?

this world constantly seems bigger than me, that’s my only comfort.

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• Quotes: Taylor Swift/ Charles Bukowski/ Henry Miller/ anne sexton/ Louis Tomlinson/ Anaïs Nin/ Rainer Maria Rilke.

•original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. painting by marta astrain. 2. Omen, 1886, by Emile Corsi 3. Oil paintings by Jen Mazza 4. Art by Liu Yuanshou 5. Art (detail) by Arthur Gain

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[ssturday]

[hslwt91]

Daisy Jones & The Six - Harry and Taylor version

[369swift]

louaylor layouts

like or reblog if u save please

louis and taylor

[jelyrvia]

Louis Tomlinson as Taylor Swift eras: Final 💙 I enjoyed this series so much🫶

[a-rainbowmess]

Spotify knows me better than anyone I know

[stylinson-spagghetti]

[defective-and-effective]

“Swifties are so basic!” “Directioners are a cult!”

imma stop you right there buddy. we are not shaming teenage girls here, but if we were, how bout we talk about you, a grown ass man, will all your grown ass man friends absolutely losing your shit over a bunch of other grown ass men kicking balls around?

[theydopissmeoffavocados]

[tortured-swifties-cardigans]

[louisstgirl]

R E P !