taylorswift's headlining tours

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1989 comes out in THREE WEEKS. reblog if ur a real swiftie and remember the dry summer months when we just reblogged different angles of the same candid every day

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“Finding someone is the last thing on my mind; I can’t picture how it could work with the way my life is.” — taylorswift

Finding someone is the last thing on my mind; I can’t picture how it could work with the way my life is.” taylorswift

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"By fairest blood it was done and only by fairest blood is it undone…You can’t have my heart.”

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  • Me: I met a boy.
  • Me (two days later): nevermind

When it comes to dating when you’re a celebrity, Swift says, “you do feel a little bit like you got run over by a truck. You’ll be riding in the car with someone and all of a sudden it comes on the radio that he bought you a diamond ring and he’s going to propose. And you look at him and go, ‘…that’s not true, right?’ And he says, ‘No that’s not true!’ Can you blame me for wanting less of that?

When it comes to dating when you’re a celebrity, Swift says, “you do feel a little bit like you got run over by a truck. You’ll be riding in the car with someone and all of a sudden it comes on the radio that he bought you a diamond ring and he’s going to propose. And you look at him and go, ‘…that’s not true, right?’ And he says, ‘No that’s not true!’ Can you blame me for wanting less of that?

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When he pondered profoundly upon the question he himself posed that somewhat vexed him, Jongdae realized he did not fall in love with the beautiful things.
 Not in the amicable smiles or the hearty laughter, not in the embarrassing way Joonmyeon danced or the way his eyes creased into crescents when he uttered his name with so much adoration. 
No, he fell in love with the tears that trickled down marble cheeks in rivulets, in the searing blood plummeting in droplets against the flooring, in the human that was falling apart before his eyes, second by second, breath by breath. Flawed, divoted, destroyed, immaculately disassembled, no longer a human but a walking carcass. 
He fell in love with the Joonmyeon that cried against his shoulder, that fell asleep breathing with heavy chest, with the person he watched getting hurt day by day, more and more. He fell in love with Joonmyeon who whispered his name in sleep, curled up like an infant. Pitiful.
 He fell in love with the Student Body President who rolled down his sleeves and fastened them with leather bracelets to hide his wrists from the sight of curious bystanders, in the tear stained lips he kissed to alleviate the pain, in the eyelashes that fluttered with every saddened blink. He fell in love with the man behind the impeccable façade of behaved decorum and polite manners – in the walking carcass with viviparous daisies sprouting through his lungs.

When he pondered profoundly upon the question he himself posed that somewhat vexed him, Jongdae realized he did not fall in love with the beautiful things.

Not in the amicable smiles or the hearty laughter, not in the embarrassing way Joonmyeon danced or the way his eyes creased into crescents when he uttered his name with so much adoration.

No, he fell in love with the tears that trickled down marble cheeks in rivulets, in the searing blood plummeting in droplets against the flooring, in the human that was falling apart before his eyes, second by second, breath by breath. Flawed, divoted, destroyed, immaculately disassembled, no longer a human but a walking carcass.

He fell in love with the Joonmyeon that cried against his shoulder, that fell asleep breathing with heavy chest, with the person he watched getting hurt day by day, more and more. He fell in love with Joonmyeon who whispered his name in sleep, curled up like an infant. Pitiful.

He fell in love with the Student Body President who rolled down his sleeves and fastened them with leather bracelets to hide his wrists from the sight of curious bystanders, in the tear stained lips he kissed to alleviate the pain, in the eyelashes that fluttered with every saddened blink. He fell in love with the man behind the impeccable façade of behaved decorum and polite manners – in the walking carcass with viviparous daisies sprouting through his lungs.

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kyungsoo at the final broadcast of ‘it’s okay it’s love’

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Keep looking up, there may be a rainbow waiting for you

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