dilnawaz

[dilnawaz]

who's gonna sponsor me to get the grey cardigain

#56 pounds................ #plus delivery................................

[dilnawaz]

Wow the first verse of So Long, London has such a great beat for running …. almost as if it were made for running….

[dilnawaz]

owning these would fix me fr

#but how can i justify owning two pairs of docs 😔

[dilnawaz]

spiralling over so long london

#HOW MUCH SAD DID YOU THINK I HAD GOD

[dilnawaz]

[dilnawaz]

happy birthday to weed

#cheers i'll smoke to that

[dilnawaz]

listening to renegade to hurt my own feelings 💗💗💗💗💗🤞

[dilnawaz]

relating to joe while listening to some songs on ttpd is a fucking doozy

#like thr first time i listened to renegade GOD #also wanna clarify i do not mean the implied (?) cheating or wtv

[dilnawaz]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys kinda gives me lady gaga vibes idk

#hmm

[dilnawaz]

yes you have to pick one “both” is a cop out <3

#this is rlly unpopular for some reason but jack u will always be famous fr 🤞 #i love bleachers so maybe i'm biased idk

[dilnawaz]

Ok can we put to rest the idea that Taylor set out to write a diss album? If anything the men in this album are side characters. Her mess, her vices, her struggles, her dashed dreams are what’s on full display. She’s more vicious to herself than anything. She shows so much agency in her choices, good and bad, and lifts the curtain on them. Frankly, with a few caveats, the subjects get off way easier than I think most people would have predicted. This is about HER.

[dilnawaz]

fuck you if i can't have us for fucking real

#cages-boxes-hunters-foxes

[dilnawaz]

i felt more when we played pretend than with all the kens (i used to switch out these kens, i’d just ghost) how dare you think it’s romantic, leaving me save and stranded? (please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic) i stopped cpr, after all, it’s no use (i can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore) i died on the altar waiting for the proof (i’d marry you with paper rings. he better lock it down. the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife) you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days (don’t want no other shade of blue but you) two graves, one gun, you’ll find someone (my only one, my smoking gun) growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all (i never grew up, it’s getting so old) my friends tried but i wouldn’t hear it, watched me daily, disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile (tell your friends you’re out for a run, you’ll be flushed when you return) i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street, crash the party like a record scratch (i’m a monster on the hill; too big too hang out, slowly lurching towards your favorite city) the jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud (you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me) i can’t get out of bed because something counterfeit is dead (it must be counterfeit, i think there’s been a glitch) i would’ve died for your sins, instead i just died inside (i gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all) six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke (ten months sober, i must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it)

[dilnawaz]

everything comes out, teenage petulance!!!!!! fuck it if i can't have him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i love u down bad

[dilnawaz]

i survived 11th grade. i can literally do it with a broken heart.

#no bc fr #12th grade for me* #also amber can i just say that it only gets better from here xx

[dilnawaz]

her saying that ratty jokingly put her ring on her ring finger and that’s “the closest I’ve come” made me big mad I hate both of you vile men sm

[dilnawaz]

i can do it with a broken heart is so me when i go to mandatory labs with a hangover

#i rarely get legit hangover symptoms (don't drink that much) but the fucking hangxiety god