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But if I just showed up at your party
Would you have me? 🌼
When taylor swift said"Too young to know it gets better/ I'll be summer sun for you forever/ Forever winter if you go".
*screams*
It's been one year since folklore was released besties! Here are some things I felt when I first listened to it<3 (yes I wrote this exactly a year ago)
Living in a tiny cottage covered in vines and flowers, filled with warmth and coziness. Sitting beside the crackling fire with a book whose pages lost their color years ago, but never did its words lose their beauty. Or living in an enormous, gothic castle, with mysterious owners and libraries and secret passages, some of which remain undiscovered.
The thing about these stories is that regardless of how long ago or by whom they were written, it's incredibly fascinating to see how hundreds of years ago, people loved the same way, dreamt the same way and regretted their choices the same way they do now. They too longed to be a part of something bigger. It's to feel nostalgic about an experience that you've only ever had in your imagination. To look at the raindrops on your window and wish you hadn't messed up. Wish you hadn't broken the hug just as quick. Wish you had payed more attention to the words that were never said.
It's to crave adventure, yet need peace. It's the feeling you get when you find an old picture that you don't recall taking, or while watching a movie that seems so magical that for a moment, just for a moment, you forget about all those wounds that time could never heal.
To grow up in a small town and fall in love in highschool, only to move to a big city where no one knows your name, where you lose the numbers of people who promised to choose your wedding dress. To live in a tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower, making art that no one will ever know exists, drinking tea that lost it's warmth when you weren't looking, much like your heart.
To time changing the colour of leaves, but not their mind. To being a hopeless romantic, yet never having fallen in love before. To wanting to be different, yet not knowing how to change. To getting lost in the woods, thinking that you found your way out, only to realise that you never did. To being called crazy.
Please don't ever stop believing in magic in a world filled with fear, uncertainty and loneliness .♡