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𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: リボーン (reborn) | Taylor Swift

// reputation as a comic book

in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive.

I'm in love

“Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.”

— (via be-killed)

> What brings you joy? 💌

whenever someone notices hidden details about me, specially if I didn't notice it first

there's nothing that makes me happier than my books and stuffed animals <3

The smell of rain.

Getting the best table in a cafe.

Getting to use that esoteric knowledge.

A comfortable silence between you and a loved one.

Your favorite song turned up loud.

Sunsets and the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing

I love when we stretch, especially in the mornings, it’s so cute.

I love how we leave flowers for loved ones. Flowers are nature’s beauty and I think it’s a really sweet gesture

I Like how we journal. Like, we just write whatever we want just for ourselves to see.

I like the idea of a chair. It’s just like a piece of elevated ground for us to sit on.

I love mountains overlooking oceans or massive bodies of water.

I love putting Vaseline on my lips because they feel soft after.

I really really love books. I won’t go into it because so many already have.

I love photography and sculptures. Wowow, I looovee sculptures.

Starting a new notebook

Pens with *that* glide. Pen snobs know

Random acts of kindness

Seeing people achieve a goal - big or small, just seeing their face when they realise they did it

Light reflected on water - Moonlight, city lights, doesn’t matter

When someone *really* enjoys something I cooked/baked for them.

Feeling the sun on the back of my neck

The smell of fresh laundry… Oh! Fresh bed sheets

The way new books smell

One time, I had a really Really sweet raspberry. Like, this raspberry was probably the best thing I’ve ever had so far in my years of living. It was a cathartic experience, eating that raspberry.

watching my cat yawn (it’s adorable)

I love writing cursive t’s and I’s and I love when people say “crossing ts and dotting i’s”

i think jack o lanterns look cheerful

I really like the taste and texture of mushrooms (:

the sound of waves

i absolutely adore clementines (: i eat them till i get sick

I love eye contact. It makes me feel really human in a way I can’t describe. It makes me feel smiley and warm inside

I love looking at the moon or a cloud and thinking someone else is looking at the same thing I am right now while being so far away.

I love it when people make food for people, or just randomly bring over food, it’s such a cute way of caring.

I love when you look at someone and they look at you back and you’re just kinda squinting or raising your eye brows or smiling at each other.

I love when people do something cute or embarrassingly cute and you’re the only one that sees it

The warm sun on your skin after being in a cold building. Dancing. Storytelling. Iced coffee. Sunflowers. Thinking about Jesus. Poems that reach into your brain and pull your heart out. Mismatched teacups. Laughing until you cry. Texts from friends you haven’t heard from in a while. Notes in books from past owners. Summertime. Ballets. Dogs.

I love the feeling of sun on my skin

Your blog makes me happy

Watching rain turn to snow makes me happy

The smell of espresso makes me happy.

I love when people out of nowhere start whispering.

This one is kinda weird but I love when people have physical reactions like flinching ever so slightly or moving out of the way.

I love dough. And I love when I’m making dough I think back to people from many many years ago and I think about if they loved the soft, squishy feeling of dough as much as I do.

when my cat snores

when someone tries to hide a smile but can’t help it

when the air smells different in spring

when I close my eyes with the window down in the car and let the breeze and sun hit my face while a good song plays on the radio

when the light changes in my bedroom as day turns to night

daydreaming

writing

Had this thought while showering but I love our skin. And I love the fact that there is probably a horse with an almost exact skin colour as myself and everyone

lifes kinda crappy but i make bread from scratch and give it to people i love. and im always looking forward to the next time i can take a walk in nature.

Writing on my journal snuggling my cozy blanket

Playing Sudoku on my phone with EDM on the background

Hugging one of my six cats, or the six of them!!!

“Seriously, Hun, I've been spending the last 8 months of my life asking to myself this question, because I realized I knew what I dislike, hate or feel uncomfortable... But I wasn't that suuure about what my "happiness" is. Now I feel like happiness is the choice I make that give me either freedom, inner peace or a spark of joy... So I see happiness in almost every decision I make through the day”

sunsets at the beach. The salt in the air. The sound of seagulls and the stars

the moon makes me really happy

The pitter patter of rain against my window

Freshly baked bread

Today I explained why I can't really travel to Florida right now to my dad & watching him get increasingly frustrated with the realization that Transphobia Exists was honestly something else.

him: "well if you're not allowed to use the men's bathroom, just go to the women's! that'll show them."

me: "yeah but I'm just as likely to have the cops called on me for 'using the wrong bathroom' in there. have you seen me lately?"

him: "but if one of the options is wrong and not allowed then the other one has to be the right option. what do they want you to do?"

my grandma, helpfully: "I think they want trans people to not go to Florida"

my dad: spluttering frustratedly

me: "I think the thing is that you are more logical and reasonable than Ron DeSantis."

the face of a semi-reformed(?) conservative when realizing with dawning horror that laws can be unfair on purpose is truly special tbh

I've been obsessed with how the first ten Hunger Games were in an actual arena, like with seats and an event floor and turnstiles and everything. Something that was so clearly human-made, without so much as a weed growing inside of it.

Then Coriolanus goes off to Twelve and has his own private Hunger Games with Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods and comes to the conclusion that humanity is violent, and it must be contained by the Hunger Games. Some point after that, the arenas are still human-made, but mimic nature like Snow's own Hunger Games with Lucy Gray. Some are deserts or tundras or jungles, but all are made to appear like a natural environment. Only they're nature that's been constructed and manicured by humans, just like the Games are.

Fitting, then, that the first hit against this arena is made by a boy from District Twelve. Then a quarter century later, this arena is destroyed by a girl from District Twelve who learned to shoot arrows in the very trees that saw the future dictator of Panem emerge from it with his worldview now set against the natural world.

ttpd is like... this fucking sucked... it was my fault... fuck joe... this also fucking sucked... fuck matty... i thought i was gonna die... straight up commit me to an asylum... FUCK matty... fuck joe... no one knows me... fuck kim kardashian... i created every problem and every consequence i have to face... please see me as human... i am exposing my flaws so you see me as a real person... fuck jake gyllenhaal... if you're gonna be so up my business you better realize how fucked up my business is... also hi killatrav ily... there is nothing redeeming about this chapter of my life... hi mom ily... this ALSO fucking sucked... there may be good in the world... here is every sin i have ever committed... i was promised love and forever repeatedly and no one ever delivered... my reaction to trauma was awful... i made so many bad decisions... if you're gonna crucify me do it for good reasons... are you not entertained?

Girls don’t want to work, girls just want to exist for the sake of existing for a little while. Maybe in a field with a book.

I'm like panicking rn because the guy I used to have a crush on could be in my classes and one of the teachers I have this year knew I had a crush on him so if he's in that class it could be really awkward