i dont mean to be offtopic but does someone know of a tool to get back into an Instagram account?? I stupidly forgot my account password. I appreciate any tricks you can offer me.
These are so beautiful, the whole folklore album slowed to perfection. The deep moments are given so much depth on top of it... Am I putting in a request for the long pond studio session versions too... maybe..... someone please do it.
Vintage tee, brand new phone High heels on cobblestones When you are young, they assume you know nothing Sequin smile, black lipstick Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight I, I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, right And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite A friend to all is a friend to none Chase two girls, lose the one When you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you Playin' hide-and-seek and Givin' me your weekends I, I knew you Your heartbeat on the High Line Once in twenty lifetimes, I And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin' 'Cause I knew you Steppin' on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain I, I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy I, I knew you Leavin' like a father Runnin' like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standin' in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me And you'd come back to me And you'd come back And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite
Growing up is realizing all those boyfriends who left you don't mean anything, because you're better off without them and your happiness thrives on it's own; you don't need a man to fulfill your depression.
“you drew stars around my scars” but now I’m bleeding. Es que es linda esa frase, por más dolorosa que se pueda ver me gusta esa frase. Me gusta porque es de todas esas veces que me sentí mal, mal sabiendo que mi cicatriz mas odiada sano pero nunca me gusto que estuviese ahí hasta que me dijeron que estaba bonita. Y me lo creí de cierta forma, hasta que me mintieron con la palabra bonita. Porque en algún modo yo sabía que ese sentimiento se quedaría conmigo creyendo que podrían extrañar mis cicatrices. Pero seria lindo que dibujaran estrellas sobre mis cicatrices sin hacerme sangrar. Seria lindo creerme que se quedarán ahí sin hacerme sufrir.
This boy I liked once put his arm around me by a campfire. I remember it so clearly, he was so shy he couldn’t even look at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His sister died two days later and he was never the same again. I always had this really strong feeling that one day, when we were older he would come back and things would be different. I know it sounds silly, and I’m probably going to stop silently hoping when I’m over him, but I feel like it’s true
how tf do you expect me to go whole weeks without knowing how you feel wtf. you act as if we’re not dating at all. i always say how i feel about you but you never do how is it that hard fr ?
