#lavender midnight

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

More of my mysterious elf assassin 💜⚔️

Still no name but she doubles as a black smith who can conjure weapons at will

[pinklikeroses-artonly]

My elf assassin character 💜 ⚔️

Still no name but she doubles as a black smith who can conjure up weapons at will

[imgonnagetyoubackk]

THE midnights era photo

[strwbrryswiftt]

TAYLOR SWIFT - Lavender Haze (Behind The Scenes)

[ts gifs] [gifs]

[stillgotscars]

thinking a lot about the transition from “i’m so in love that i might stop breathing, drew a map on your bedroom ceiling” → “staring at the ceiling with you / oh, you don’t ever say too much” → “stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan” in the ttpd epilogue → “years of labor, locks, and ceilings”

[themoon-andtosaturn]

zurich n2

[cliffside-wisteria]

[bloodmoonlich]

Midnights + Stages of Grief

[wineonmytshirt]

Lavender Haze - Behind The Scenes

[itwaslegendary]

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Taylor Swift — The Eras Tour Film

[lomltaylor]

[andichoseyou]

the eras tour in singapore

[hromantics]

“LAVENDER HAZE” (2022)

[overdramaticandtrue]

get it off my desk

[loseyoutoloveme]

MIDNIGHTS – OCTOBER 21, 2022

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

Maybe it’s that one urgent question you meant to ask someone years ago but didn’t. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they’re are too far gone now anyway. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they’ve anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it’s almost like it’s real.

We lie awake in love and in fear and in turmoll and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t — right this minute — about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we’ll meet ourselves.

[stillgotscars]

so is anyone ready to talk about the progression from “i think he knows he better lock it down or i won’t stick around ‘cause good ones never wait” → “i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings” → “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride” → “are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?” → “i wouldn’t marry me either” → “i died on the altar waiting for the proof” → “even statues crumble if they’re made to wait”