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Halsey to matty
He doesn't like to cuddle. He likes to grip my hips and pull the fibers of pink tissue in shreds from my lip with his teeth. He throws his hands in the air like a messiah and leans his head out the open window. easy. breathe. codeine. breeze. We laugh loudly and kiss loudly and moan loudly. He mouths vulgar things that make me giggle in front of our friends. I run my hand along the seam off his tight black jeans beneath the table top. He rolls his eyes and smirks at me. We take every opportunity to touch, to feel, so secretly. So public. Exhibitionist pleasure. We play like children, tousling my hair and I climb on his back. We roll spliff after spliff and talk rapidly and vigorously and trip over each others sentences like a sidewalk crack. He says "us" like it means "amen" and his eyes burn wild with a fire of passion. We get drunk. Off of wine and skin and things we love. His smile erupts across his face like it could shatter his cheekbones. His eyes glimmer like a lake catching the glare of the moonlight. A glint of silver is growing up the side of his hairline. He thinks it makes him look distinguished. I laugh and agree. He loves to be so much older than me. He thinks it makes him wise. We spend a lot of time in hotel rooms with the doors shut. (We spend a lot of time outside of hotel rooms with our mouths shut.) He thinks the Xanax makes the sex last longer and I don't argue. I always wake up first. I sit at the desk and work quietly and glance at him in the sheets. Vulnerable and quiet. Soft face. Soft sounds. A warm cup of coffee and marmalade light through the windows. We bond over love for our brothers. We fight over where the chord change should go. We tease, oh we tease. He likes clean socks and messy hair and he runs his fingers down my overall straps with a tigers grin. He writes his name in the fog on the mirror from where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the glass. He loves soul music. We sing confidently and triumphantly. I tap my fingers like spiders legs across his bare chest and undo his buttons one by one. I toss my head back and laugh maniacally and pout my lips when he won't be fair. He speaks like a pastor and trips over his words, his tongue struggles to meet his brain. That's how a prodigy thinks. (Or it's the drugs). He knows when my words are about him and he lets it all go to his head and I don't care because I love to watch him love himself. We laugh and fuck and play and write and plot and say goodbye and never worry. He is my occasional constant. A parody of himself. A paradox of ever present and transparent. I don't care what he is. I just care THAT he is. (via seenteenblack)
Go for it I really wanna answer some questions when I’m on my break at work this will be soooo fun
The 1975 related questions (◡‿◡✿)
#thecamoiseverything
my heart actually just fucking stopped
It’s bizarre how my feed is all Tortured Poets Department, and people actually being tortured in Palestine.
It’s hard to take Miss Swifts’ misery seriously this time. Your privilege is showing girlie.
It all seems so fucking crazy, but I do like to think that as Ms. Swift traipses about the world to fun events like football games with Mr. Travis Kelce, that in the meantime, they are giving greater concern and critical thought to the world about them…
Midnight album cover is her sparking a lighter - getting ready to burn it down…she gave us a heads up for what’s to come.
The breakup was obvious from the album and timing, Joe the Beard did his work and can be let go now as she moves into the next phase.
I see this PR strategy with Matty as the next step in this era. It almost feels to me like when Miley went wild to shatter her association with Hannah Montana.
Is Taylor stepping out with Matty akin to this…a clear message to the fans that she’s not concerned about their opinions as she once was, by “dating” someone as controversial as Matty?? Is Taylor stunting with Matty the equivalent of Miley’s beige clad ass disaster of a twerk??
After all - Midnight is the technical end of the day, or - the end of the era. Al the clock imagery…time’s up on the former TS brand???
I say, this is just the beginning.
I’m somewhat surprised Matty’s involved, but leads me to believe they are scheming something BIG.
They’ve been baiting us. There are parallels in their work for years (Paris and Paris, Happiness and Happiness). Recently, Being Funny in a Foreign Language and Midnight came out SAME month. Both have seventies motifs - I noticed the similarities instantly. And then of course, the 02 performance in London.
What’s going on here?? Secret best friends with vigilante plans?? Or, are they truly in love? I’ve wondered for years if they’ve secretly been together, that the bearding was for them and not actually Karlie.
What are the two genius pop stars up to?
Let’s wait and watch and look for the clues. My Tatty instincts say things are about to get fun.
And my guess - this stunt lasts a few months at best. Taylor is knowingly tarnishing her reputation by letting herself be seen with Matty. Let the public slander her for that, and when there’s a messy breakup around the end of summer…
Maybe she’s setting the stage for an undoing of the brand she’s built in the last 20 years 🤔🤔
Who really knows, probably not even our girl. 🤡
I do hope Tay’s team is looking after Joe rn
Never a dull moment and I’m here for it 🤗❤️
