this is one of the best paragraphs ever written about taylor
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Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time." Devotions
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spent my breaks today watching old 1d interviews and like. not one question answered in those 5 years they were together they had the training and psychological resilience of KGBs agent but over mundane shit like ‘what is this song about’. waterboarding could not extract that information from Niall’s mouth.
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the only possible narrative function for greg this season is that he is going to imprint on the tomshiv baby
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cause in my head in my head i do everything right when you call i’ll forgive and not fight all the moments i play in the dark wild and fluorescent come home to my heart
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This Love (My version!) is out & I’m currently reliving the 1989 tour in my head and spiraling, it’s fine http://taylor.lnk.to/thislovetv
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The Two Headed Calf by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.
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The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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sometimes im like…..what is the point of all this ??? and then i hang out with the people i love, and for a brief moment, i see
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i love seasonal beverages they make the inescapable passing of time more bearable
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parents just dropped me off in my apartment. listening to mitski, it makes sense
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