Soon. Soooooooon.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these dayssss

this love is difficult 

"This meeting is not so different from the first. We come to each other as strangers again. The only difference is that the first time, other people’s hands had cracked our hearts, and this time, the pain is of our own making. This time, what separates us are the seven months since I have seen you. You’ve had a birthday. I’m recovering from a biking accident, and my left knee will never be the same. No time at all and still enough for us to grow out of each other.

I wonder how I will seem to you. This shirt is new. These highlights are new. This small talk, that is new, too. I tell you I’ve moved. You tell me about your fifth floor walk-up. These are things we should have already known about each other.

Everything about this is hard. You are in front of me with that laugh and those eyes, and I know I will cry about this later. But right now, I am too proud to uncross my arms and ask the questions burning the back of my throat. ‘What about her made you so excited? What about her made you want to stay? Do you search my features the same way I search yours for someone I will recognize?’

I’m still silently asking you to give me a mold to fill. Maybe I was too vulnerable for you last time. We were not quiet in the same ways. Tell me when this thunder inside me became too deafening. Tell me when you stopped wanting to find me at the heart of the storm. I’ll tell you when I started to give away the pieces of myself you handed back to me.

But I chose this. I’ve got a life sentence for being a glutton for punishment. I chose to see you again, to test whether my fists would unclench in your presence. And slowly, they loosened. These nail marks will fade, and someday, I won’t be scared to say your name next to someone else’s."
--Carmen Yeon seeing someone you love again (via aestheticintrovert)


Lol Taylor knows then!


Mama Swift was telling a group of us fans how happy Taylor was about learning how to use tumblr and that she will randomly burst into laughter when she’s on her phone and she could tell she was reading a post from tumblr.





Two of the fans who met Taylor last night. (x/x)

stop this torture



And the saddest fear comes creeping in: that she never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

9/20/14 (x)

9/20/14 (x)