Life Is So Boring Without A Crush. Where Is My Ranch Metaphor?

illicit affairs // Hits Different // All You Had To Do Was Stay // Dancing With Our Hands Tied (all lyric connections)

1989 (taylor’s version) back covers re-imagined

i think if they did the content their doing now during my "omg im phan trash let's watch phan proof compilations until we pass out" era at 14 i would have died! like i ran a phan proof instagram account, I. had a entire tumblr dedicated to them, I was truly phan trash.

People on twitter be wildin they were freaking out about DnP holding hands LAST NIGHT and now they're all "rewatch the coming out videos again you freaks" ???? I saw what you did don't hide from me

if lorde is a ft on 1989 tv I will actually die

Doing this again cuz I missed a few big names last time round.

My mommy and daddy (in a hot, I want a threesome way)

like actually

Having my hair pulled while being aggressively finger fucked in doggy could fix all my problems I think

need a compilation of everytime phil has talked about another man and then dan pops his personal space bubble and stares at him with death in his eyes

RIBS BY LORDE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

your own little golden prison cell // gold cage hostage to my feelings // my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences … but for some it was paradise // in the darkest little paradise // I prefer hiding in plain sight // I know places we could hide // I know places we won’t be found // showed you all of my hiding spots // and I am hiding in the curtains // you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round // picture of your face in an invisible locket // the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up // you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet // they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns // windows boarded up after the storm // so I peered through a window // I drew curtains closed // I look through the windows of this love // they told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential // all I need is on the other side of the door // we twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren't right this minute about to make some fateful life-altering mistake // are we out of the woods? are we in the clear yet? // it was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face // you’ve come a long way, open the blinds let me see your face // windows flung wide open // step into the daylight and let it go

I need him and his slutty little waist

Guys… you know what I’m thinking