tick tock on the clock i pace down your block i broke my own heart ‘cause you were too polite to do it waves crash on the door i dash to the door you don’t knock anymore and my whole life’s ruined
sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices
flashbacks and echoes. tell myself its time now. gotta let go. but moving on from him is impossible cause i still see it all in my head. in burning red
everybody moved on i stayed there dust collected on my pinned up hair they expected me to find somewhere some perspective but i sat and stared
shes still 23 inside her fantasy how it was supposed to be
i miss you more than i remember you, or something
I don't care what official translations say, I chose to believe "Et tu, Brute?" translates to "What the FUCK, Brutus?"
the way we all refused that the album was called harry’s house 😭😭😭
I LOVE YOU ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard??
would’ve, could’ve, should’ve - taylor swift
its a first kiss! its flawless! really something! it's fearless!
cereal tastes better at night because the veil is thin
“i’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye” is the defining moment of lover. its what the whole album is leading up to
ok but WHEN exactly will his hands be in my hair, his clothes in my room, and his voice a familiar sound because i don’t have many “me and who”s left in me
when are they gonna free harry styles from these fanfiction to movie adaptations about him
love how twitter swifties are always just getting up to the stupidest shenanigans you’ve ever seen, and it’s just like oh yeah there they go again
it’s kind of hysterical that between the fuckass shenanigans on swiftie twitter and the incoherent easter-egg-obsessed ramblings on swiftie tiktok, WE’RE somehow the unwanted children