sometimes i make serious things

there’s gotta be a nicer way to say obsessed
and a calmer way to say devoted
more casual than enamored, sweeter than consumed
but still, a way to communicate the thought that:
you lie under my neural networks like a heartbeat
& your fingerprints are on all my favorite songs
& every word is an echo of a time i was with you
(time always felt so much better when it was with you)
& when my mind wanders all roads lead back to you
the heaviness & the warmth like liquid gold, seeping into
a world above these crumpled sheets
& now i wake up alone & both forget and not-forget those nights
because remembering makes them feel both closer and further away
like movies we’d watch as children, it’s hard to see
them as happening to me, you know? how much of us
was a story i told myself?
you’re so far away and i think
that’s the scariest part of letting you go
because with you gone i’m afraid
none of it ever existed at all

anonymous asked:

I still don't really get the fandom's love of Tree tbh. The past six months really could have been a lot better. She goes so hard all the damn time, like it's really not that serious and sometimes I think it makes things worse. I don't think we needed super unbothered pap candids of happy!!!Taylor today or to know she was the one who ended things with Tom. I don't think the interview that broke Tayvin thing needed to be put out there in addition to the leak that she wrote the song, etc.

Tree is literally the best publicist in Hollywood for one reason and one reason alone: no other celebrity could be battered this many times in such a short time period, or really in their entire career, and still have it assumed that their next album will likely be a record breaker.

If any other celebrity had gotten the treatment that this summer gave Taylor, their career would be dead, and hers is not. 

My Emoji Glossary

I like what you are saying. However, I am not going to virtually kiss you or give you much more time because I am feeling somewhat intimidated by how beautiful your profile picture is today.

I would like you to think about what you said to the lady at Tesco’s because she was only trying to help and you were really quite mean to her. Which meant we didn’t get to eat cashew nuts in the cinema, which would have been phenomenal.

I would be very grateful if you would let me touch your hair, because it smells of coconut, and it looked particularly attractive when I saw you last. I hope you realise I was being disingenuous and cheeky with that joke, but I am serious about the hair thing.

Sometimes you make me thoroughly doubt my decisions. I feel as if I am sat precariously on the window ledge of the top floor at work and you are asking me to juggle, which is not fair. Please stop immediately.

I am very proud of what I have just said, and I hope that you would recognise this fact and potentially touch me inappropriately because of it. No, I am not asking for nudes, but I do sometimes think you would taste like apricots and I would like to find out at some point.

Honestly, in my opinion it was probably okay for your friend to behave that way, although I suspect you are quite irritated by the issue and I’d like to appear on your side because that will make you happy. So…OMG What a Bitch!

That last statement was particularly comforting and/or makes me feel like I’ve eaten warm ready brek and I have you to thank for this gentle, affectionate feeling in my centre.

I am very hard-wired at this present moment. I would therefore like you to come over and lay down with me. We should watch space documentaries on Netflix with your head on my chest and I can smell your coconut hair. I am being serious; I promise I am not trying to fuck you or ejaculate in your vicinity.

This is an insincere moment. I am actually fine but would like you to recognise that some mistake was made on your behalf; it is simply a matter of principle. I’m really not distressed and am only doing this because I’m sure you would do the same to me, you beautiful shithead.

I would still like to see if you taste like apricots, if that’s okay with you. I think we could currently be a movie version of ourselves because things are feeling Hollywood good. My heart is a ticking egg timer for you.

- Jonathan Harris