August actually slipped away in a moment of time wtf

midnights is dark 1989. 1989 was the party, midnights is the aftermath. everyone has gone home. there’s glitter on the floor. it’s sultry, it’s sad, it’s sweet, it’s maddening. it’s folklore’s heart wrenching honesty, but 1989’s synth and image. we’re not in the london countryside anymore, we’re back on the streets of new york city

literally in the middle of the night in my dreams i know i’m gonna be with you i wake in the night i pace like a ghost i want your midnights i’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night 2 am who do you love i wonder til i’m wide awake it feels like a perfect night wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies this night is sparkling don’t you let it go

the audacity, the sheer gall, of uninstallers to ask you to restart your computer, like i am removing you from my life and you’re going to make demands? you’re deranged

Real 1989 era would begin with user @taylorswift returning to tumblr

being boring isn’t a bad thing. you don’t have to impress anyone. live simply. let go.

You know what's a love language that gets me everytime I see it between two people? Gaze. Even though one is looking at the other with heart eyes in front of everyone, it seems like such a private moment that we just happened to witness, but weren't meant to. Most of the times, even the one they are looking at is not meant to see they are being looked at with so much love and admiration. The loving gaze doesn't have a purpose. More than being a conversation with one's lover, it's a conversation with oneself - one where you smile and admit to yourself: "I am gone for this person, aren't I?"