i love blackpink like so much!
“I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.”
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journal, august 1st
taylor meant it when she said “i could never give you peace” huh
Lmao someone said this probably isn’t me and I don’t know how to prove it. So here’s a pic with my medal lol
Erica and I are mutuals on here, how cool I am!
Raymond Carver, Fat
august slipped away
WAITED 9 MONTHS FOR THIS THING
and naturally it turned out fucking worth it so I’m posting it everywhere he
I LOVE LORDE AND THE BOOK IT’S GORGEOUS, that’s it
LMAOOO WITH MY USERNAME,,, in my defense I was 12 and all I heard was 5H
lorde’s back and tumblr mobile app is still bad
happy solstice from lorde x
I’m that kind of person who keeps letters and birthday cards, tickets from trains, concerts, parks and museums.
I hate having no one to talk to about my gay stuff, it’s so aghh
It’s just, sometimes a thing feels, like, so right.
The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.” The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe. The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep. The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car. The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella. The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting. The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.” The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk. The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry. The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.” The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug. The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand. The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence. The intimacy of knowing how someone would react. The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits. The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.” The intimacy of inside jokes. The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time). The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee. The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy. The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.” The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company. The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell. The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello. The intimacy of “This made me think of you.” The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat. The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up. The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?” The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos. The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.
this
WELL WELL WELL you all really went out and left my greatest expectations in shambles this week. 😆 Word on the street is you made Fearless (my version) the biggest country album first week of the last 6 years and the top release of 2021 so far. Honestly??? How?? Did I get this lucky???? I wanted to say thank you to you so today I will be addressing a very pressing issue. 🐈🐈⬛❓
my mind has been all on phoebe bridgers lately
LUCY DACUS, PHOEBE BRIDGERS, and JULIEN BAKER of BOYGENIUS in The Current studio, photographed by Nate Ryan (2018)
LUCY DACUS, PHOEBE BRIDGERS, and JULIEN BAKER of BOYGENIUS in The Current studio, photographed by Nate Ryan (2018)
i’ve been struggling through Quite the Block, but here is miss phoebe 🖤✨







