#the mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home so scarlet it was maroon!

[chemical-hype]

i just wanna stay in that lavender haze / […] you painted all my nights a color i’ve searched for since

fav thing: robstar moments with romantic color palette

[serotinals]

The BURGUNDY on my T SHIRT when you SPLASHED YOUR WINE INTO ME and how the BLOOD RUSHED INTO MY CHEEKS so SCARLET it was….

[lucydacusgirl]

Maroon has really grown on me it scratches such an itch

[drivemysoul]

idk who this jake guy is, maroon was written about jellal and erza

[leclercdream]

maroon

✮⋆˙ when carlos breaks reader’s heart, lando is ready to mend it

✮⋆˙ ex!carlos sainz x singer!reader | bestfriend!lando norris x singer!reader

✮⋆˙ warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, carlos is an asshole

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yourusername

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yourusername: the lips i used to call home

maroon is yours now x

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landonorris: tattooing maroon on my arm rn

↳ yourusername: ah i love having a fan

↳ landonorris: im proud of you

↳ yourusername: i love you with my whole broken heart

user1: so mom and dad are really over uh

user2: THE HEARTBREAK

user3: the marks they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones 😭😭😭😭 WHYYYY

lilymhe: yn WHY would you even write the fucking legacy lyric. i’m about to break up with alex so i can sign this properly

↳ alex_albon: excuse me?

↳ alex_albon: well maybe we could take a 3:39 break to sing it tbh

↳ yourusername: please DONT <3

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: Carlos Sainz spotted in a Melbourne club with model Rebecca Donaldson after just three weeks of breakup with singer and wag of 3 years yourusername. Not only that, but if you scroll down on our page you can find that this girl is the same that was on a yacht with Carlos about two months ago 👀

tagged carlossainz55 yourusername

user1: so he really did cheat uh

user2: after 3 years i was waiting for a ring, not this :(

user3: not bffname liking this lol pls

↳ bffname: i mean if he cheats he should at least be held accountable

liked by landonorris

↳ user3: LANDO?!!!!

user4: yourusername just ruined carlando forever

↳ user5: please go to therapy

f1gossip

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f1gossip: this ex couple won’t stop giving us content! Carlos Sainz and ex girlfriend yourusername seen outside a cafe arguing. Apparently he left her there crying by herself :(

According to one of our sources she was crying because of the alleged cheating from his part, and he was being insensitive about her feelings. The worst part for us? he blamed her music and touring for the downfall of the relationship 😳

tagged: carlossainz55 yourusername

user1: is he INSANE?

user2: damn who does he think he is 💀

user3: she deserved it tbh

user4: maroon hits different after this

user5: so he can says he cheated bc she was on tour but she never did even though he is always around the globe driving?

↳ user6: please and she was always with him at every gp, even arranging tour dates so they could be together 😭

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yourusername ig stories

replies:

landonorris: damn

landonorris: when did u get hot?

↳ yourusername: when i hit puberty

↳ yourusername: when will it be your turn?

↳ landonorris: haha 🙄 omw to pick u up

lilymhe: tell me that’s song lyrics PLEASE

↳ yourusername: hehe 😈

part 2 coming soon x

sorry if there are mistakes english is not my first language

[bye-or-bi]

So Maroon started playing and I immediately said out loud, "The national anthem' s playing!"

p.s. also couldn't remember what the song's name actually is

[diamondseaside]

happy birthday to the burgundy on my t shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet it was the mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips i used to call home so scarlet it was MAROON!!!!

[ateotd-izzy]

maroon | thomas x fem!reader

“the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me”

during his first night in the glade, thomas (quite literally) bumps into a girl.

“and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon”

as more time passes, thomas becomes closer with y/n (very close), but that changes after they escape the maze.

“the mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones”

warnings: it’s bad, kissing, maze runner, swearing and whatever (i never know what to write here)

“the lips i used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon”

☾

“our med-jacks, clint and jeff.” newt introduced to the greenie as he showed the boy around. “and this is— woah, watch out.”

the greenie hadn’t been watching where he was going and bumped right into you as you walked past, spilling the drink he had been holding all over your shirt.

“oh, god, i am so…” he paused as he met your eyes. a girl? “sorry.”

you looked down at your soaking wet shirt and a few boys around snickered.

“thanks.” you smiled sarcastically and turned on your heel, heading towards the small hut that sat not far from the homestead.

“nice one, greenie.” newt clapped him on the back. “i think you just ruined her day.”

“who was that?” the boy asked, watching as you disappeared behind the door of the hut.

“y/n. she’s one of the runners.” newt answered. “also the glade’s only girl.”

“oh.”

inside you were changing your shirt, muttering in annoyance as you did so.

your favorite shirt (out of the five or so you owned) was now covered in gally’s foul-smelling drink thanks to that greenie.

after changing, you went outside to join the party again, only for it to be declared over moments after the greenie remembered his name.

thomas.

“uh, hey.” he jogged over to you as you walked back to your hut. “i’m, um, i’m sorry about before. is your shirt okay?”

“it’ll survive.” you shrugged. “i guess.”

“so, you’re a runner?” he asked, walking with you. “you go into the maze with that minho guy?”

“yep.” you glanced at him. “are you just going to follow me the whole way?”

“oh, sorry.” he slowed down. “um, i’ll go now.”

“okay.” you stared.

“see you around, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “right. see you around…”

“thomas.”

“see you around, thomas.”

while it may not have seemed like it, you and thomas became pretty close friends over the next week or so, and you felt dumb to admit that you even had feelings for him.

he was in the same boat. except thomas was head-over-heels in love with you.

you kissed once. when the glade was being attacked by grievers, he kissed you before the two of you split up.

so after your group escaped the maze, the two of you did your best to stick together.

the two of you sat on the floor of the room your group had been forced into after being ‘saved’.

your legs were stretched out to sit in his lap, and his hands sat on top of them.

the rest of the group was around, all full after eating more food than they’d ever seen in their lives.

you couldn’t focus on the conversation that was going on between teresa and the boys, because all you could focus on was how thomas’ fingers drew small shapes on the bare skin of your leg where your pants had rolled up a little.

you wanted to tell him how you felt. you wanted to kiss him again. but everyone else was around, and the thought of being in front of everyone made you uncomfortable.

you had no clue how thomas did his whole leader thing.

when the door to the room opened, everyone jumped up and ran over, eager to know exactly what was going on.

the man who had opened the door introduced himself as mr. janson and led your group through the compound.

thomas held your hand the whole time.

“first things first, let’s do something about that smell.”

the boys were being taken to a different room to you and teresa. just before your hand slipped from his, you kissed thomas on the cheek. simple enough.

that night you properly kissed again and he asked you to be his girlfriend, and despite all of your worries, you said yes.

it wasn’t long after that when your group had to leave the compound with another boy, aris. you still hadn’t escaped wicked.

you stuck by thomas’ side the whole time, or until you were separated again.

you didn’t even know if he was alive, but jorge was confident he and brenda were fine.

it took a few days until you reached what jorge called marcus’ place.

you got into the party and the first thing you spotted was thomas and brenda.

kissing.

then they pulled apart, thomas said something and brenda wandered off.

thomas seemed to spin around the room until he yelled out and collapsed.

your heart was broken.

you were separated for just a few days, the longest since you had met, and he was kissing a girl he barely knew.

you couldn’t even say anything to him because he was out cold. instead you had to help minho drag him upstairs and act like nothing happened.

then, after he woke up, your group was on the run again, searching for the right arm.

in the car, thomas reached his hand over and tried to take yours in his, but you pulled yours back. you didn’t let him.

he looked at you. he was confused.

you didn’t answer his look. you just turned your head away from him and looked out the car window.

he had no clue why you were suddenly ignoring him. not the entire drive to the mountains, not when the were taken to the right arm camp, not when brenda collapsed.

it was only when he was in the tent with her later, just after brenda woke up, when it clicked to him why.

you had seen brenda kiss him.

everything seemed to click into place at that moment, and he jumped to his feet halfway through his conversation with brenda.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah. yeah, there’s just something i need to do.” thomas looked down at her. “i’m sorry, i’ll be back later.”

then he ran out of the tent.

the camp was large, and thomas had no clue where he could find you. or any of his friends for that matter.

it took about ten minutes of searching until he found you.

you were sitting alone on a rock, looking down at your feet and mumbling something to yourself.

“y/n?”

you looked up and thomas realized you had been crying.

“what?”

there was a twinge of bitterness in your voice, and thomas frowned. it reminded him of how you had spoken to him the night you met, when he had splashed his drink into you.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

he knew you weren’t, and he ignored the obvious signs that you didn’t want him around when he sat down beside you.

“what do you want, thomas?” you asked.

without another word, he simply wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

at first, you thought about trying to pull away. but you didn’t.

“why’d you kiss her? brenda?” you asked eventually. “do you like her better? because, you know, i’ll back off or whatev—”

“no, no, no, y/n.” he pulled back so he could look you in the eyes. “i could never like anyone better than i like you.”

“then why—?”

“she kissed me.” thomas told you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “we were drugged, okay? i…”

thomas winced slightly at the memory of brenda’s face after his words.

“i thought she was you.” he admitted. “whatever that marcus guy put in that drink had me seeing the weirdest shit.”

“are you calling me weird shit?” you teased and thomas��� eyes widened.

“what? no.” he shook his head. “that’s not what i meant.”

“i know. i was kidding.”

you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers.

“i’m sorry.” he apologized.

“don’t be. i get it now.” you shrugged.

“yeah, but i could’ve said something sooner.”

“when?” you asked. “when you were passed out? or when we were almost shot by mountain people?”

he chuckled. “okay, maybe not. but—”

“tommy, i get it. don’t worry.”

the feeling of freedom and happiness that evening was short lived, and soon became a nightmare.

teresa betrayed them, wicked burned the camp to the ground, and multiple people were taken.

sonya, aris, minho and you.

thomas had lost you. he had lost the battle. but he was determined to get you and minho and everyone else back.

he would do anything he could. he would do whatever it took to get you back.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: why don’t these ever turn out like they sounded in my head LMAO

[likeawolfatthemoon]

the way this crossword just made my brain implode

please take my hand and... and i chose you... please take me dancing... the one i was dancing with in new york, no shoes... please leave me stranded... how the hell did we lose sight of us again... it's so romantic... for a moment, i knew cosmic love... looked up at the sky and it was maroon... staring at the sky, come back and pick me up... every night with us is like a dream... your hologram stumbled into my apartment... we are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet... now i'm down bad crying at the gym... sobbing with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends... if you want want to break my cold, cold heart... how dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded... just say 'i loved you the way that you were'... we team up... did you really beam me up, in a cloud of sparkling dust... the lights and noise are blinding... then switch sides like a record changer... i changed into goddesses, villains, and fools... then sent me back where i came from... we wait for trains that just aren't coming... changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules... the rubies that i gave up... all to outrun my desertion of you... the rust that grew between telephones... and you just watched it happen... i might just die, it would make no difference... will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon... and i wake with your memory over me... like it never happened... they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you... i feel you no matter what... heartbreak is the national anthem... that's a real fucking legacy to leave... we sing it proudly... how dare you say that it's... you said some things that i can't unabsorb... honey, life is just a classroom... just to do experiments on... cooler in theory, but not if you force it to be... fuck it if i can't have him... if you want to tear my world apart... baby, i could build a castle... just say you've always wondered... out of all the bricks they threw at me... back to the moment i crashed into you, like so many wrecks do... we were shaking blind and hazy... too impaired by my youth... we're so young, we're on the road to ruin... to know what to do... we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing... everything comes out teenage petulance... and i lost you... the best people in life are free... like i lost my twin... it's all in the timing... could we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses... we show off our different scarlet letters... so scarlet, it was maroon... i loved your hostile takeovers... the lips i used to call home... encounters closer and closer... could it be enough to just float in your orbit... all your indecent exposures... how the blood rushed into my cheeks... he can't see it in my face... the mark you saw on my collarbone... down bad, waking up in blood... as the decade would play us for fools... carnations you had thought were roses, that's us... fuck it if i can't have us... baby, we're the new romantics... i might just not get up... say you'll always wonder... it was maroon...

will i always wonder?

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Maroon lyrics

When the morning came, we

Were cleaning incense off your

Vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

You say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top rosé

That's how"

I see you every day now

And I chose you

The one I was dancing with in New York

No shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

When the silence came, we

Were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbing with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses

That's us

I feel you, no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

And I lost you

The one I was dancing with in New York

No shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy

(It was maroon)

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet

It was maroon

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

It was maroon

It was maroon

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Vigilante Shit lyrics

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

And she looks so pretty

Driving in your Benz

Lately she's been dressing for revenge

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

She don't dress for friends

Lately she's been dressing for revenge

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

While he was doing lines

And crossing all of mine

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[daydream-cement]

Hi, first time really asking anyone a request. But thought I’d see.

I’m not sure if you do song fics, but I was listening to maroon by Taylor Swift and I though it would be good for a Larissa or Miranda fic. It’s up to you how angsty or fluffy to go if you would like to do it. Thank you 😁

Maroon

Larissa Weems x Reader

The rise and fall of your love.

Author’s Note: This was so cute! Definitely a tiny angsty oneshot. Thank you so much for the request anon!!

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

You should have been looking where you were going, but then again, if you would have never spilled your wine, then you never would have met her.

Bright blues eyes staring down at you, filled with shock at the burgundy that stained her dress.

Her pretty smile turned down into a frown.

You apologized profusely and wiped at her chest with the napkin in your hand. Embarrassment filled your form as you felt your cheeks flushing red. It took you a few seconds to realize the precariousness of your hand placement.

“Oh, dear.” The platinum blonde muttered, watching your hands work fervently at the stain. She reached out, taking your hands by the wrists and holding them still. “It’s really okay, I promise.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can pay to get it cleaned.” You felt so guilty as you observed the bright stain across the beautiful woman’s front.

She released your hands and pulled a kerchief from her clutch, beginning to dab at the stain. Without thinking, you pull the piece of fabric from her hand, dabbing at the mark frantically to stain the once white kerchief maroon.

The platinum blonde crouched a bit, catching your gaze with a smirk playing on her lips, “It’s really okay. My dry cleaners will take care of it, but maybe you would be kind enough for me to hold onto your jacket to keep it covered.”

“S-sure…” You muttered, tripping over yourself to pull the jacket from your body to hand it over to the blonde.

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

Larissa looked away from you, her cheeks flushing so deep the red traveled to her ears.

Her reaction only pushed you to compliment her further. You took her hand in yours, kissing its back before moving down to kiss her fingers, “You are so, so beautiful… I’m so happy I nearly ruined your dress, or else I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“And to think it only took a single glass of wasted wine.” Larissa cooed and pulled herself together. She took advantage of her hand in yours, pulling herself a step closer to loom over you.

Her beauty was suffocating. The confidence that once filled your chest evaporated and you were left staring up at her weakly. You were desperate for her affection.

Her lips dipped by your ear as her hands found your hips, guiding you backwards until your back hit her front door. Larissa’s pressed two kisses on your cheek, near your ear before speaking, “Would you like to come inside?”

Now it was you who was blushing.

It took you a moment to respond. Her hands squeezed your sides and her teeth found your earlobe, “Please…”

In a flash, her body was flush against yours, one of her hands sliding up to hold you by the back of your neck. Larissa’s lips shifted from your cheek to your jaw, all the way down to your neck. Her lipstick was smeared and your skin was stained by the bright red tint.

You don’t remember when you got inside, but once you were, the flames of your desire burned brighter than ever. And for a moment, you could have sworn it was true love.

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

You traced the bruise on your collarbone lazily as you tapped your phone screen. She had left it behind the last time you saw her. It had been days since you last spoke. You looked to see if Larissa had messaged you for what felt like the millionth time that day.

She said she would call, or at least… that’s what you thought she said.

You tried to give her some time, assuming she was just busy. For weeks you texted or talked on the phone for hours, but now you could barely get a text back. Three texts over three days sat in your messages, the ‘delivered’ icon mocking you as it sat underneath the bottommost message.

Was she ghosting you? Trying to figure out a way to let you down easily?

Two more days passed of radio silence and you began to grow bitter.

You had opened yourself up to her.

Hours spent impassioned in her bedroom. Late nights spent with one another sipping wine and enjoying boxes of take out. Her long legs draped over your lap as you watched a television show together. All the lunches you spent in her office while you sandwiches got cold after Larissa pulled you into her lap.

You became so familiar with her life and routine. From all the love you shared, you thought it was all preambling this life changing romance. Your passion burned so bright, and you assumed it would all last forever. You really thought you and Larissa were meant to be.

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Sometimes you would see her in passing, eyes glued to her scarlet lips. From the corner of your eye, you would observe her as you sipped your coffee. Watching as she purposefully turned her head away, not wanting to see your scorned gaze.

She had eventually explained herself. Calling to tell you that she wasn’t ready for what you had to offer. You hadn’t cried on the phone - all of your tears had been wasted long before she offered you the explanation. By the time you talked it through, the pain was numbed enough that you hadn’t pleaded with Larissa to work it all out. It wasn’t worth the effort, you told yourself. You suspected it would have just opened you up to more heartache.

Now as you watched her pass through the Weathervane, it all made sense. Larissa Weems was scared of being loved, and that’s why she made it a point to pull away when you got so close. The shapeshifter believed she was better off alone - that her future success depended on it.

In a way you would always cherish all the sweet kisses from those scarlet lips. You would never admit it, but you still had that wine-stained handkerchief in your bag. You kept it as a token of what was. It wasn’t often you had the privilege of loving someone so beautiful.

Your love with Larissa Weems burned as bright as that lipstick.

The flames were fanned until they burned you both.

Now the pieces left behind were all maroon.

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[antoniosvivaldi]

Maroon by Taylor Swift

The mark they saw on my collarbone The rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home So scarlet, it was maroon

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Can’t believe it’s been a year since my ears were first blessed with hearing “When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf ‘cause we lost track of time again laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend ‘How’d we end up on the floor anyway?’ You say ‘Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how.’ I see you every day now and I chose you the one I was dancing with in New York no shoes looked up at the sky and it was The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was. The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. When the silence came we were shaking blind and hazy. How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in your hands ain’t that the way shit always ends you were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway carnations you had thought were roses that’s us I feel you no matter what the rubies that I gave up and I lost you the one I was dancing with in New York no shoes looked up at the sky and it was (maroon) The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon) The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy, legacy. And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy … to leave. The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon) The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. It was maroon. It was maroon.” for the first time.

[theyseerightthrough]

”The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon“

”Most hickeys range from red to purple.“

”You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses

That′s us

I feel you no matter what

The rubies that I gave up“

”[The] Precious Platinum […] flower‘s colour ranges from red to deep crimson.“

Wait I mixed up the pictures

There we go 👏🏼

The lips [Taylor] used to call home

So scarlet, [they were] maroon 💋💄

Omg the man with red lipstick lips whom Taylor used to call home is such an icon who doesn’t conform to gender norms…slaaaaay

[innamorament0]

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)

[bettyrightnow]

btw. the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet it was maroon the mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips i used to call home so scarlet it was maroon. just fyi.