You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else...

Was all we needed;

the smell of smoke would hang around this long ’cause i knew everything when i was young

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

can we please talk about mirrorball? when she talks about changing everything about herself just to fit in, no matter how drastic and reflecting other people’s personalities and show them how they shimmer. the way the song talks about her need to please people and make them look at her, so she metaphorically shines and does everything to make sure that they are happy, even if it means sacrificing herself. when the disco and the circus burns down in the song but she still keeps walking on that tightrope cause she can’t not do that.

also, about how she breaks into a million pieces and how its nearly impossible to put them back together and the lyric “you are not like the other, the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten” suggesting that everyone hides behind a mask enjoys seeing her break but him so she will shine for him and spin in her highest heels to please him which brings us back to how she wants to be better for him and be good for him(a concept scattered over her other songs)

Don’t you see the starlight, starlight? Don’t you dream impossible things?

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

SO CUT THE HEADLIGHTS

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR FRIEND? (starllight edition)

In life, we grow up and we encounter the nuanced complexities of trying to figure out who to be, how to act, or how to be happy. Like invisible smoke in the room, we wonder what kind of anxiety pushes you forward and what kind ruins your ability to find joy in your life. We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. All the while, we crave romance. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

i have summer flannels and winter flannels bc i’m gay and i need variety ~ @starllight

A masterpiece