Fall Out Boy - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (ft. Taylor Swift)
Live for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, this is a HQ rip from an HD video of the performance. The little introduction Taylor does half way through the song has been edited out.
When someone emotionally hurts you but you have to act like you don’t care.
Remember when you were a kid, and you’d find these in a field, close your eyes, and make a wish? This is like saying “My wish didn’t come true. It won’t come true.”
bo burnham - from god’s perspective
from new comedy speical “what.” out on youtube and netflix december 17th
Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
There are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things I say
"You’ll find someone better."
I hate this phrase. This line. This fucking abomination of a string of words that’s used to do nothing but write off the emotions you’re feeling towards someone.
Yeah, maybe I will find someone better for me; better for me later, that is.
But in that very moment, that exact point of time in my life, I want them. I want you. I want us.
I want to hold, talk to, kiss, and touch you. Only you.
I don’t want these so-called “better someone’s”. Because who are they? Who could they be compared to you in this moment and time to me?
When I say I want to be with someone, or feel a certain way about someone, I want them. I don’t want the future, I want the now. I want the satisfaction of calling you my own and share a moment of love and happiness with the person who’s on my mind in that moment.
Holding you while you’re sobbing about how you’re not good enough, or thin enough, or that you’re too ordinary. And I kiss you, I kiss you with all of the passion coursing through me in that very moment, and I swear it was as if I could hear your tears come to a halt and that for that moment I had brought your mind peace.
I reveled in it. I reveled in you, and me, in that pure moment of our lives. That moment where I kissed you and I told you that you were wrong. You are extraordinary. You are beautiful. You are thin enough. You are good enough. And I kept repeating it, and every single time a thought of doubt crossed out from your mind to your lips, I stopped it with my own lips. And I have no shame in that.
I hope you remember our talk tonight. I hope you remember the stories I told you, the songs I sang to you, all while holding you in my arms and on your bed. I don’t want them to have been all for naught. I want to know that I at least reached you.
I may find someone better, but in this moment I have found you.