victorlima1

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Distance on the old countryside. Away from the agony, the dread, and the soul devouring thoughts. Allowing the mind to cling to beautiful sights, crafts older than the world, and the sound of falling leaves.

Name moodboard for Diana Requested by @d14n4ol

Why is nobody talking about Chole or Sam or Sophia or Marcus? Like why ? That song is so good. Like wishing the other person happiness and at the same time wanting a closer like just tell me that you loved me and it's going to be fine(my mental peace), I don't want to hate you, I just wanted to hear that you loved me once and I know it didn't workout between us but I still want to know what you will be up to in your life later, let me be a part of it (like maybe exes on good terms) even if you and I both have someone in our lives.

your hologram 👾👻 stumbled 🫨 into my apartment 🌃 hands 🙌 in the hair 💆‍♀️ of somebody 💏 in darkness 🌫️😶‍🌫️ named Chloe 💆‍♀️ or Sam 💆 or Sophia 💆‍♀️ or Marcus 💆‍♂️ and I. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it happen 💏🧍‍♀️. as the decade 📆 would play us for fools 🃏🤝🃏 and you saw 👀 my bones 💀🤝💀 out 💃🕺 with somebody new 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 who seemed like 🤔 he would've bullied you 🤓🥊🤣 in school 🤕🏫 and you. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it happen 🫂🧍‍♂️. if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙 just say, 🗣️"I loved you 🥰…the way that you were 😕🤷‍♂️” if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 just say you've always…woOondered 🤔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨…you said some things 🗣️🗯️ that I can't 🙅‍♀️ unabsorb 🗣️🗯️🧽 you turned me into an idea of sorts 🧍‍♀️🟰🤔💭😇🪽 you needed me 🫂 but you needed drugs more 🤷‍♀️ and I could-n't. 🙅‍♀️. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ 🫣. it happen. I changed into goddesses 🧝‍♀️ villains 🦹‍♀️ and fools 🤡🎨🖌️ changed plans 🇬🇧✈️🗽 and lovers 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and outfits 👩🏼‍🦱👱🏻‍♀️💇🏼‍♀️👩🏻‍🦳👩🏼 and rules 📏👸 all to outrun 🏃‍♀️💨 my desertion of you 🏃‍♀️💨🏝️ and you. just. ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ 👀. it 🏃‍♀️💨🏝️🧍‍♂️. if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙 just say, 🗣️"I loved you 🥰…the way that you were 😕🤷‍♂️” if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 just say you've always…woOoOondered 🤔💭 if the glint in my eye ✨👁️ traced the depths ✏️🗺️🤿 of your sigh ✏️🗺️😮‍💨 down that passage ⬇️ in time ⌛️ back to the moment ⏳⏪ I crashed into you 🧍‍♂️💥🏃‍♀️ like so many wrecks do 🏝️💥🚢 too impaired by my youth 👼 to know what to do 🤷‍♀️❓ so if I sell my apartment 🌃💸 and you have some kids 👶👧🧒👦 with an internet starlet 🤵‍♂️🤰🤳🏻 will that make your memory 🤔💭❤️‍🔥 fade from this scarlet maroon 🤔💭😶‍🌫️ like it never happened? 🤷‍♀️💭🌫️ could it be enough 🤔 to just float in your orbit? 👩‍🚀🪐🧍‍♂️can we watch our phantoms 🧍‍♂️👻❤️‍🔥👻🧍‍♀️like watching wild horses? 🧍‍♂️🐎🐎🧍‍♀️ cooler 😎 in theory 👩‍🔬💭 but not if you force it to be 🫸🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🫷it just didn't happen 🤷‍♀️ so, if you wanna break 💔🔨🤬 my cold 🤧 cold 🥶 heart 💙…..say you loved me 😞…….and if you wanna tear 🫱💔🤏 my world 🫱🌎🤏 apart 🫱💥🤏 say you'll always…woOoOonder 🤔💭………………….'cause I woOoOooonder 😞💭…….will I always…will I always…..won-der? 🤷‍♀️💭🌫️

Alternate universe where Neil Perry & Todd Anderson graduate and get married and grow old together.

(i am deeply in denial, I'll never get over this)

the beauty of this album is that it really fully encapsulates what it’s like going from the devastating loss of a long term relationship, to the rebound you think is gonna fix it all, only to ultimately realize that you were using the latter to process your feelings about the former. the songs are so muddled, and the lyrics are relevant to both muses because her feelings were muddled and she had no idea where to put them or what to do with them. the rebound promised her everything she couldn’t get from the ex-love and she fell for it because she was so desperate to be really seen.

only 20 minutes to sleep, but you dream of some epiphany. just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen.

-epiphany, taylor swift (2020)

epiphany definition:

a moment of sudden revelation or insight

she’s saying that these healthcare workers or soldiers only have 20 minutes to sleep cause they are in such difficult positions and when they do sleep they’re trying to escape the harsh things they’ve seen. these epiphany’s they are having are comforting.

When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.

life is so hard when you like fictional characters more than real people

In Greek, "nostalgia” literally means "the pain from an old wound”. It's a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.

Don Draper, “The Wheel”

in my sylvia plath, tortured poet, the lakes, jo march, dead poets society, albert camus, folklore, evermore, metamorphosis, dostovesky era

words i wish were written for me

Including book quotes, poetry, song lyrics and everything in between, these are some of the words that make my soul wish someone cared about me so much they would write this. 

“Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.” 

– Alex Turner’s Letter to Alexa Chung

“And I’d give up forever to touch you / ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow / You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be / And I don’t want to go home right now.” 

– From the song “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls

“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” 

– Sally Rooney, Normal People

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

– Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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Salvou? Curte e compartilhe

Credits twitter: @ellasxl

“I can say with certainty that it all started on June 2, 2003. I woke up that day from a very vivid dream. In my dream, two people were having an intense conversation in a meadow in the woods.” - Stephenie Meyer

20 years of Twilight 🩸

i know we all go feral over coney island but GENUINELY. some lightening bolt of creativity shot down from the skies and joined these powerhouse artists together so that they could craft a perfect melody and prose that makes my bones ache and my heart break and my eyes well up and my soul leave my body. i think about the second verse at least once a day. it is a revelation every single time that i listen to them harmonise "a universe away". i understand something deep within myself in the closing chorus when i hear them sing "the sight that flashed before me was your face/when the sun goes down". they truly captured something poignant and fundamental and human and every single piece of praise that people give it is more than well deserved

so we could call it even you could call be babe for the weekend tis the damn season write this down staying at my parents’ house and the road not taken looks real good now time flies messy as the mud in your truck tires now i’m missing your smile hear me out we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you in my hometown 

@networkthirteen​​ and @tscreators​​ Eight Days of evermore, event June 13th: Favotite Lyrics

i keep thinking about digital ghosts. or maybe digital hauntings would be a better term. the final messages shared between you and someone you no longer speak to, for whatever reason. a webpage, or blog post, or inactive profile on a social media forum that you still return to sometimes, no longer even hoping for something to have changed, just to remember, like returning to a grave year after year. video and audio recordings of people who've left your life that you play back over and over until the tape wears out. in the realm of the more fantastical, maybe a hologram that bears their likeness but only a pale, shallow imitation of their complexity, their personality, or an AI or other imperfect replica built on a lifetime of data collected from them that only reinforces their absence but is all you have left to remember (or replace until you forget the difference) them by. all these records that they existed that will inevitably only last as long as the technology that supports them takes to become obsolete, or the data corrupts and begins to break down, or the archives storing it are no longer hosted anywhere. you haven't cheated death, or the grief that comes with losing someone. you've just prolonged it.

yall know what i like most about tis the damn season? how much it sounds like an argument. Like all of the 'hear me out's and the repeated justifications of calling her babe but only for the weekend, how this is the only person to truly know when she's actually happy and how it's the warmest bed she's ever known. Like yes I love this person but I can only justify spending two days with them before I go back to my real life.

tis the damn season is so me. like. miss dorothea said "yes i have an on and off situationship with my ex whenever i go back to my hometown and we sleep in half the day and they call me babe for the weekend but when it's time for me to leave i will flee their bed without ever discussing what the fuck just happened because emotional intimacy is fucking hard and yes i would rather slip on a mask of indifference and false happiness than communicate to them that i fucking love them and i want them and i need them. i just can't. fucking. say that. so i'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if i ever make it and wonder about the only soul that can tell which smiles i'm faking. and the heart I KNOW I'M BREAKING IS MY OWN !! TO LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I'VE EVER KNOWN !!" and she's so fucking real for that.

Just saw Oppenheimer and I’m legitimately so impressed with the understanding of physics demonstrated in that movie.

My favorite example is the “near zero” probability the atomic bomb sets off a chain reaction that incinerates the atmosphere. Everyone else hears that and freaks out. But the physicists see this and are just like “oh yeah that’s fine, best case scenario honestly”

As a physics grad with a strong interest in the fields of atomic and nuclear physics, as well as their history, this movie was a treat :)

Somewhere, in a dream, I am 15 again. And I am peeling mandarins again in the sun. And I am laughing with my friends in class. And I go on a family trip with my best friend and her family. And we take lots of pictures. And me and my family are laughing together on the driveway at night as it rains. And I taste raspberry jam again for the first time in 10 years. And I try to find constellations in the sky. And in the morning, I have jam and butter sandwiches. And I make fairy bread for my sister. And we chop down the sugarcane from our backyard and chow it down as the juice smears our faces. And we plant roses. And my mum grows a cucumber plant. And the flocks of cockatoos still live near my house. And I take selfies in the sun. And I paint a lot and I write my first piece of poetry and the old suitcases from beneath my bed get moved. And I invite my best friend over and we go by ourselves to the old drain pipe near the stream. And I laugh till my stomach hurts. And I take the newly-washed laundry out into the sun. And suddenly, I am 15 again. And the only thing I want is for life to go on forever.

“my mind turns your life into folklore” is such a confession. it’s taylor admitting that folklore and evermore, while cloaked in fictional narratives and obscured by the trees, is based in reality. it’s her taking her life and exploring what ifs. putting her life into a context that we the audience can relate to. not everyone can relate to the life of a millionaire whos been famous half her life, but we all know about having a crush on someone at school. taylor is a brilliant storyteller, and an absolute master at making deeply personal situations relatable.

“right where you left me” by taylor swift hurts me more than many of taylor swift’s other songs because, even though i’ve never felt the pain of a breakup, i’ve felt the pain of seeing myself as someone stuck in the past. i didn’t get frozen at 23 - i’m not even 23 yet -, but i think my mind froze when i was 17, when all my fantasies of growing up happy with caring friends and a caring boyfriend were shattered as i got thrown out of the closet. and it was the most excruciating pain i’ve ever felt in my life, and i never recovered from it, and sometimes i still think about the fantasies of a good life that i had when i was 17 and i think: won’t this bitch ever grow up? and then i realize the bitch is me and i had to do two things at the same time: i had to mature very quickly in order to not let my feelings be shown to the world, at the same time i had to stop every dream of mine from maturing. so i’m mature, but i’m not mature. this confusion hits me every single day, and i know i’d give everything to go back to when i was 17 and do something different just so i would feel better now - but this might never happen, right? i might never move on from the day when i realized the world is not what it looks like, and i don’t think anybody ever moves on when they feel the same realization, and everybody tries and finds other ways to pretend they’ve moved on, to pretend they don’t care about everything they lost when they were younger and felt frozen by the unexpected turnarounds of life. i hate that i can’t move on like everybody pretends they do, but i also hate that i had to move on so fast from what i should’ve lived more and never had the chance to live in a full form.

currently in my reputation era— learning to come to terms with who i am as a person and what i want to do and be. surrounding myself with those who give me positive energy and accept the energy i give them in return. although i may not be finding love in someone else during my darkest moments, i’m finding love within myself 🫶

1989 (2014)

Taylor Swift (2006)

Allow me to introduce…The 1989 (my version) Sunrise Boulevard Vinyl Edition💛 Available on my site for the next 48 hours 🥰

taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion

As a child i already had a longing for a life that wasn't mine. I thought it was the future. Now i sit at my desk and there are sunbeams on the floor. I cry because they look like how they used to in our old living room when i was 5. I long for a past unlived, dreamt away, filled with hope for something that already happened almost unnoticed, but at least it was bathed in honey and sunlight.