we are the flower-thou the sun

Each life converges to some centre...

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be...

Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven...

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance...

- Emily Dickinson

NOVEMBER

emily dickinson, the letters of emily dickinson 1845-1886 / isaac grünewald, nunneklostret / katie peterson, the truth is concrete /  william mctaggart, autumn leaves / jack turner, november leaves / valeriy mozok, preserves / margaret atwood, you are happy / taylor swift, champagne problems /  pierre bonnard, dining room in the country / lyon phelps, november at bridgehampton beach / ivan dziuban, houses with red roofs / greg kuzma, a day in late november / john atkinson grimshaw, autumn regrets / l.m. montgomery, anne of avonlea / victor puzyrkov, autumn in the countryside / anne sexton, anne sexton: a self-portrait in letters

these dating apps are stupid. where is my academic rival who 3 years later of meeting me, confesses in a love letter, that I'm the fond object of all their desires and the keeper of the key to their heart? where is the lover who builts a fire just to keep me warm? where is the person who secretly reads my favourite books and gets so invested in them just because they observed my bright enthusiasm about them? where is the person who lays in the grass with me to discuss an impromptu script while also talking about our general interests and knows that in the end we're gonna end up with each other? where is the person who gives up the opportunity to have an iPod in exchange of a teapot that contains lil inside jokes we've had going on since years? where is the person who runs to the station just to take me to the place which captures the most enchanting sunrise before i leave the city forever? where is the person who sings their favourite songs with me in a train with a shared earphone? where is the person who saves their dirtiest jokes for me while i save a seat on every table for them? where is the person who after knowing my flaws and fears, says yes to running away with me? where is the person who would come out of Eden to open the door for me if they knew i were there? where is the person who makes me realise that our joy is so bright I cannot see anything beyond it? where's the person who'd choose to hang out with me in every universe? who's going to take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die? where is the bestfriend who looks at me in the eyes and says "this thing we're doing here, me, you- i just want you to know I'm in. I'm all in." and means it!?

old habits die

ㅤ 🖨🕯📼

screaming.

please, ive been on my knees, change the prophecy.

But no matter what happens, no matter what you decide to do

I'm going to love you until the end of time.

ruchita, from all my tomorrows are yours

meet the members of the tortured poets department.

our chairman, taylor swift.

peter pan, clara bow, stevie nicks, our collegues from the down the hall; the dead poets, daisy jones, post malone, martha from who's afraid of virginia woolf, florence, amy march and jo march, cassandra, patti smith and dylan thomas, barbie, emily dickinson, bella baxter.

taylor swift’s tortured poet album comes out 4/19?

cool here’s emily dickinson’s poem 419

thinking about this thread …

Taylor Swift and poet Emily Dickinson are related, Ancestry reports.

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To see her is a Picture

To hear her is a Tune

To know her an Intemperance

As innocent as June

- Emily Dickinson

addicted to reading women explaining much better than me what i exactly feel about everything

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou'd be picked like a rose?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎬🎤🧣.

crowd goes wild at her fingertips.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou look like taylor swift. ♡