The Taylor Swift Hand Heart
He was a Christian, a good old gasoline boy. He jostled over to me, swaggering and telling of what layer of Hell I could end up in.
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound
The best part of covfefe is it can be whatever you want it to be! A noun, a verb, song lyrics, a state of being.
When you’re cut, I bleed. When you don’t eat, I starve. These are not words of sweetness or beautiful monogamy; this is a mutated cell that affects logical thought and choice.
I’ll never forget the words you said to me. “What happened to you, you used to love me.”
I began to choose myself. That’s what happened to me.
This is to be the great summer of myself, of living beyond comfort zones, of finding courage and meaning in moments big and small.
I guess the moral of the story is: don’t be afraid to break the rules of dating. There’s probably a reason you’re breaking them, so don’t fight it.
Maybe no one told you this often enough, but it is okay to be sad. It’s all right to feel things to a point that makes you want to clench your fists tight. It’s fine to be angry.
That I loved myself enough to leave you, the you that balled hands into fists and abandoned me often when I needed you the most, I will always be proud that I left you. But the fact that I had taken four years to recognise the real you, the part of you that knew the exact and insidious way to use my trauma against me still makes me so angry at myself.