#you always have been

[thepeacefulgarden]

[little-ikea-waldo]

Eveything You Lose is a Step You Take // Ratt throwback

Matt's knuckles are white with his commitment to clutching this box to his chest. Standing in the middle of the dim lit office and staring at the empty desk where he'd sit under a new boss, editing someone else's videos again. Trying and failing for independence, falling back on the kidness of another man that held him and Ryan in the palm of his outstretched hand. What if it happend all over again and within a few months this box would be packed up all over again. His body tenses around the box, protecting it from its doomed fates. Spills out its contents here only to risk trying to put it all back inside later, or take it back home actoss the country. Admit it was never cut out for this, resign to something that would feed his stomach and starve him in evey other way. He couldn't let this box go, clutching it tighter, protecting it, saving it from more change that leads to nothing. His arms were shaking now but he could only look at the one desk meant to be shared. Even if wanted to set this box down, where would it go? Where was it okay to take up space? Fuck this was all so confusing, this box was so heavy.

@iron-magee-giant

[henbeaka]

my roman empire your honor

[strawberryloveyyy]

✨ The holy trinity ✨

[haunt3dtaylorsversion]

Yeah you can face this

[rayyzcosmos]

everything you lose is a step you take

[rebekahgaveup]

It just really breaks my heart that Taylor has always worried and wondered about whether her fame would prevent her from having a normal, healthy life and relationships and over and over again, no matter how hard she and her partners try, her fears are always proven right

[evermorre]

seeing this in the women’s restroom at a bar i’m at is so special 🥹

[merziggy-printworks]

Not the "official" scans but got the color added to my gorl.

- "Long Live, Ver. 1" ~ 6x9" hand colored linocut

- "Long Live, Ver. 2" ~ 6x9" hand colored linocut

- "You're On Your Own, Kid" ~ 6x9" hand colored linocut

[herlondonboy]

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid

so i write stories about friends that would go to hell and back for each other

[thepeacefulgarden]

[jinx-blackout-84]

Goodnight guys. The sky is darkening, light draining from it with every moment tjat passes. I hope your mind is full of worlds and magic, I hope it sparks with life and art. I hope words spin through it like spools of thread. I hope those stories lull you to a blissful sleep. I hope you rest more than your eyes. I hope you rest your mind, your bones. I hope you feel, just for one moment, that childlike joy at having woken up. I hope you can fund the strength to love yourself in a world that wants you to do anything but. I hope you can look in the mirror and not see an Instagram model but still love your reflection. I hope your eyes trail over every freckle or scar on your face. I hope your hair is messy and ridiculous, but it's okay because it's your hair. It's enough because you are enough. I hope you hear the sounds of acoustic guitars and soft piano when your eyes fall closed, I hope that rain patters on your window. I hope you wake and the sky is grey, tired and calm. I hope the sky shudders with thunder and lightning. I hope you see the cracks of lightning, how they light up the sky, and never forget that you are made of stars and electricity. You are formed from dust that used to swirl in space, dancing between nebulas and planets. I hope you can see the mirror, and I hope your reflection smiles back. You are beautiful, handsome, perfect. You do not have to be a mainstream model to be beautiful. You must ask yourself, eventually, if you feel that thing when you look at them. Do you see those models and feel the heart wrenching depth, the one that sits right between your lungs? Perhaps beauty is not art. Art is supposed to make you feel something, after all. Perhaps you are art. Perhaps you have all of the flaws and blemishes that the models and actors don't have. Perhaps it makes you so achingly beautiful that you are the sun, and I an Icarus.

You are beautiful. You are handsome. You are the lightning when it cuts the sky with blinding light. You are the pause between the light and the thunder.

You are art.

Goodnight

[flyboytracy]

“What’s that, Johnny? Alan fell down a well?”

[folklorin]

when i listen to the bridge of you're on your own kid i think of griffin from babel.

"from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes i gave my blood sweat and tears for this."

grffin being stolen away from his homeland and being seduced by the glitz and glamour of babel only to realize what it truly is. a malevolent machine that weaponizes language and profits off the oppression of other countries.

"i hosted parties and starved my body..."

the way every time robin meets up with griffin, robin would notice how his brother grew more and more emaciated.

"the jokes weren't funny i took the money my friends from home don't know what to say."

the discrimination that griffin experienced from living in a foreign land while also benefitting from the privileges of being a babel student.

"i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and saw something they can't take away."

griffin finding himself in the hermes society and building a community there that babel cannot take away.

[haunt3dtaylorsversion]

[theonlyn4y]

reminding yourself that you're too pretty to be stressed abt ppl who are not even on your level