#give me back my girlhood it was mine first!

[freechicken]

I'm not a swiftie but damn will I let this disrespect stand. Catch me writing lyrics off the top of my head in the tags which I didn't even have to think about because they live rent free in my head.

every once in a while i hear people say "i don't like taylor swift, but you have to admit she's a good lyricist" while the lyrics off her new album are "we smoked and ate seven bars of chocolate"

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Thinking again about how “you kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath” has driven so many of Taylor’s relationship, even with Joe to a certain extent, and she seems to have finally realized that oath is no longer worth keeping because it’s actually a curse she’s finally broken 🙃

[brightestplanets]

thought about gale suddenly and how we're not quite sure when mystra came to him but, he was decently young and she chose him because of his power amd potential with the weave, how he could devote himself to her. she shaped, she groomed him.

the moment she leaves him, abandons him, gale dekarios who has devoted himself to her, is after the orb drains much of his original power. he's no longer an incredibly powerful archmage. if you look at his behavior, his eagerness to please and talk to tav/durge/whatever origin character, he wants to he useful. he wants to be useful so bad because he devoted himself to mystra and when he was no longer powerful, when he was weakened by the orb...she took her "love" for him away.

was gale smart for the orb business? not particularly. was he at fault? sure, basically. But you try begging for someone to love you when all they love is the power they have over you, rethink gale.

[eclipse-coqu]

damn i broke her heart now my heart hurt ✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

Source:https://www.instagram.com/jesicaperryman?igsh=YWZpb2V0cXFtaDZt

[katecevans]

GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD, IT WAS MINE FIRST!!!

cough pls follow me on tiktok i swear im cool ! i make amazzzing edits ong (@folklor13an, as seen in the edit :3)

[magpie-trove]

Buffy suffering her Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve era

[astrangerlately]

[notwiredforthisworld]

i keep watching videos of people going to the eras tour, girls dressing up with their friends, trading friendship bracelets with strangers, crying to surprise songs, holding each other during their favorite set. singing, and dancing, and screaming, and crying and all of it just feels like pure happiness. there's something so special about the unapologetic way girls get to just purely be themselves at the eras tour and it makes my heart so warm inside.

and it's not a gender thing, but the way teenage girls have constantly seen their interests diminished and overlooked makes this sense of community so much more special.

for so long i felt like there was something wrong with being stereotypically girly. god forbid pink is your favorite color, or you listen to pop music, or you have a stan account and posters of a boyband on your bedroom wall. god forbid you're still strong, and smart, and interesting.

and maybe it's because i'm in my twenties now, and i'm finally figuring out who i am, because fuck, being a teenager sucks, but i can look at the girls crying from their nosebleeds seats at the eras tour, or the girls dancing in line for a harry styles concert, or the group of friends that yelled "hi barbie" to me from their pink dresses on the other side of the street, and feel like there is a part of current pop culture, of mainstream media, that is finally, finally, allowing girls to experience girlhood without shame.

we love taylor. we love each other. look at us and the cute bracelets we trade with strangers. look at our pink outfits to go watch barbie at the theatre and our feathery boas at harry concerts and our kindles full of romance books. look. it's all so pretty.

i spent all my money on concert tickets, i'm going to the eras tour next year. i already warned everyone i'll cry during long live.

i'm making bracelets. i have a pinterest board for my outfit. i'm sharing ideas, because everyone else is doing the same. i made a playlist of my favorite songs and named it after taylor swift. i found an old one direction poster and put it back up on my wall. i learned how to crochet, and the first thing i made was a flower. the yard is pink. it's my favorite color.

i did my makeup. i read my favorite sally rooney novel on the train, with my headphones in. i'm twenty and i'm thirteen, and i'm nine, when pink was still my favorite color. i'm all of those girls, and all of them are me.

it really is the girlhood no one can't take away. it was ours first. we're taking it back.

[darkacademiaarchivist]

GOD REST MY SOUL I MISS WHO I USED TO BD THE TOMB WONT CLOSE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS IN MY MIND I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME!!!!! I CANT LET THIS GO I FIGHT WITH YOU IN MY SLEEP THE WOUND WONT CLOSE I KEEP ON WAITING FOR A SIGN I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME!!!!!! IF CLARITY'S IN DEATH THEN WHY WONT THIS DIEEE????? YEARS OF TEARING DOWN OUT BANNERS YOU AND I LIVING FOR THE THRILL OF HITTING YOU WHERE IT HUUUUUURTS GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD IT WAS MINE FIIIIIIIRST!!!!!!!!!

[theirsweetestsymphony]

my hobbies include listening to a song on repeat until it makes me cry

[eclipse-coqu]

Unfortunately I get attached so easily. ʚɞ

source: photo from pinterest

[fictionaltrvlr]

Natasha Romanoff

cutout credits

[crossedmythoughtlessheart]

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift // Cassandra by Evelyn De Morgan

[gonegirl445]

just being a girl

[dreamypurplesky]

saw a girl celebrating her 15th birthday today,

and my heart stopped in my chest-

yes, the memories have faded,

yes, time has run it's course,

but I used to be 15 once.

happy, carefree, a daisy in my hair,

basking in the sun with nowhere to be.

i used to be 15 once.

hopeful, determined, a twinkle in my eyes,

dreaming of leaving this town forever.

before you stripped me of my innocence,

and indulged in the pleasure.

you tarnished the good in my soul,

and wore the ruins like a badge.

you drove us to the edge,

just to abandon me and run.

i used to be 15 once.

curious, innocent, your face on my screen,

skipping meals to watch you study.

i used to be 15 once

forgiving, devoted, a crack in my heart,

begging you to stay,stay,stay.

yes, the wounds have healed,

yes, the love has rotten,

but what if I tell you,

I'm still 15,

and I'll always be 15.

because when something breaks,

the pieces lay there forever.

serving as a reminder, 

of the blood in your mouth.

but that blood is my nectar,

because it was drawn by you.