Happy Birthday Evermore 💛🍁🍂

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.

folklore- taylor swift （ album moodboard ）

Taylor Swift (2006)

something that truly saddens me is that there are planets and stars that could live out their entire existence without any acknowledgement. entire solar systems could be born and destroyed without anyone to witness. it saddens me because it shows how truly lonely the universe is. the universe has been alive for longer than any human being can observe for and its existence had been neglected for centuries. i can only imagine the history that the universe has seen that we would never be able to know of. i can only imagine what the universe went through all on its own without anyone to watch. and it makes me wonder if this will be our story too. so far, we have no evidence or proof of any life. so, what if we die out? what if we slowly go extinct? there wouldnt be any one to support us or to even realize or understand our disappearance. they could be too late and only get to see the remains of what once was. would they question those remains? or would they assume that they were what always was? that those remains were the only things this planet has seen? similar to how we, now, look at the remains of what might have once been with no idea that we were too late. we may not question those remains and mistake them for the natural state of a planet or a star. it really is sad that the universe lives on its own, almost completely empty of life. and that with all of our attempts, we could/would always be too late to let some parts of the universe know that they’re not alone.

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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

Name moodboard for Diana Requested by @d14n4ol

i'm so obsessed with the idea of living in a big city where i can choose to be invisible and disappear between the crowds and live for myself and have my favorite little corner in a cafe and go to musea and galleries and appreciate art and architecture for hours uninterrupted and go to all the places where literary figures got inspiration for their poetry and their works and stroll down the streets by myself and look at people who pass by and invent little stories for them in my head and live in a small apartment where i can write by my open window until really late at night and sometimes stop and listen to the bustle of life on the streets below and i can also choose to be part of that bustle myself and part of a circle of artists who share a studio and support each other and go to social gatherings where i meet people who are as passionate about art and poetry as i am and exchange ideas and be inspired and have specific corners and monuments and cafes where we gather, and hold symposia stuffed in someone's tiny apartment and in general live as an active part of the urban creative scene ??? just ,,, living in a city where i get to see the entire assembled past and present existence of humanity ???

// Tom Marvolo Riddle //

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 

Midnights was a perfect album for all our thoughts that we have at midnight, which aren't very perfect, smooth or poetic to the core or storytelling kind but rather organic, about yearning, melancholia, sadness, depression, sorrow, grief revenge, thoughts that keep us wide awake at night, wondering about what ifs, should've or could've beens and karma and dreams and stars and rain and midnight melodies and musings and ramblings and starry purple, black and dark blue skies and advises from older self to younger self and all your deepest darkest fears and feelings and secrets and heartbreaking moments and missing people we lost and self reflection and loathing and romance and being in love and in lavender haze and being out of love and self love self hatred and betrayal and independence and being stuck in a spiral and in a labyrinth of our thoughts and midnight conversations and creative ideas that pop in our minds at midnight and the secret meetups and tragic endings.