I Still Read At Centennial Park

and though i can’t recall your face, i still got love for you!

I wish I didn’t feel like there’s a better version of me out there. I feel that way all the time. It’s a lot to process because we live in this society where women in entertainment are discarded in an elephant graveyard by the time they’re 35. Everyone’s a shiny new toy for like two years. The female artists that I know of have reinvented themselves twenty times more than the male artists. They have to, or else you’re out of a job. Constantly having to reinvent, constantly finding new facets of yourself that people find to be shiny. Be new to us, be young to us, but only in a new way and only in the way we want. And reinvent yourself, but only in a way that we find to be equally comforting but also a challenge for you. Live out a narrative that we find to be interesting enough to entertain us but not so crazy that it makes us uncomfortable.

on today’s episode of quizzes i’ve created out of boredom i present which inanimate object from folklore are you?! pls reblog and tag your results!

“I’ve decided that in this life, I want to be defined by the things I love not the things I hate, the things I’m afraid of, or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. Those things may be struggles, but they’re not my identity. I wish the same for you. May your struggles become inaudible background noise behind the loud, clergies voices of those who love and appreciate you. Turn those voices up in the mix in your head. May you take notice of the things in your life that are nice and make you feel safe and maybe even find wonderment in them. May you write down your feelings and reflect on the years later, only to learn all the trials and the tribulations you thought might kill you...didn’t. I hope that someday you forget the pain ever existed. I hope that if there is a lover in your life, it’s someone who deserves you. If that’s the case, I hope you treat them with care. This album is a love letter to love itself all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that’s why there are so many songs) In honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of jumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night.  We are what we love. This is Lover.”

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here. Pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn’t pour the whiskey. I just wanted you to know that this is me trying… At least I’m trying.

hi I made a quiz for you to find out which ts track 6 you are so take it and tell me what you are i’d love to know

darling this was just as hard