Taylor's guitars on the Eras Tour
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if i look back, i am lost

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Taylor's guitars on the Eras Tour
it’s completely acceptable to stay alive for tiny reasons. because you want to hear your favorite song one more time. because your dog will miss you if you leave. because the moon is just too pretty to never see again. because you haven’t seen the next season of a really good tv show. because you want to see the christmas lights this year. if you’re alive, you’re doing enough. if you’re surviving, i’m proud of you.
because lately it's been incredibly hard to stay alive.
the eternal city - july 2016
soooo today i learned that back in the early 90s, coca cola tried making this thing called “ok soda” as a marketing stunt to beat out pepsi since they had way more of a hold on the “younger/rebellious” generation at the time, and their way of doing that was naming it “ok soda” so that they could copyright the word “ok”, the most popular word in the world, and at the same time brand it as an…ironic soda??? like the whole thing with it was that they tried to brand ok soda as a counterculture soda but instead of making it about typical 90s RADICAL EXTREME!!! fodder the theme of it was uh. unsettling capitalist brutalist dystopia. instead of being bright and colorful the color scheme was only stark whites, grays and reds and the cans looked like this. bold shapes and labels stating ominous, robotic things with a figure always staring dead into you on the front, no coca cola branding on it at all.
sometimes there would be “prize cans” of this stuff where instead of having soda inside it there would be hats. and they didn’t sell this option in boxes by the way they just put prize cans in random vending machines. and put like 25 cents in it so hey. you could get an actual soda that isn’t just hats. maybe.
did i mention that this soda also had a fucking MANIFESTO??? because yeah it sure had that printed on some cans and it goes as follows
and there’s these things called “coincidences”, which… yeah it doesn’t make it sound any less ominous
and you might be wondering how the soda itself tastes like does it taste good? ok? well apparently it was just a regular “citric” tasting soda but somehow they fucked it up so bad that it was compared to “carbonated tree sap”, and instead of trying to make the drink taste better they included that it tasted like shit, INTO THE ADVERTISING SCHEME ITSELF. they would literally advertise that it tasted like ass as a part of the ironic marketing, no i am not kidding.
but if you thought that’s where it ended there’s one more curveball and without any exaggeration, you will not expect what i am about to tell you.
take a look at this guy.
this guy is the “face” of ok soda, as in he was printed on the most cans and technically served as a mascot of sorts for the entire thing. his face was a major part of the branding, and this design for the cans was one of if not the most common.
okay. cool. no issue there right?
take a guess on who this guy is based off of.
the artist’s coworker? a generic guy? the artist himself? a relative? some random reference model they hired?
CHARLES MANSON. YES, THIS IS REAL. MEANING FOR A BRIEF MOMENT IN TIME, CHARLES MANSON’S FACE WAS USED AS A MEANS TO SELL COCA COLA.
the lead artist himself has even come forward to say this is the case. and now you may be asking wait. how’d he do this? how’d he possibly get away with this, years after the crimes had been committed?
well according to him, it was simple. apparently none of the contracts he signed said anything against putting a mass murderer on the can. so. there’s THAT.
unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, ok soda never really caught on since *surprise surprise!* teens really don’t want to buy soda that looks like a brutalist art museum, and it never had a wide release so it was only a thing for like two years between 1993 and 1995. but from what i’ve heard there’s still people who are giving this soda a small modern following, collecting all the cans and merchandise and even coming up with stand in recipes for the soda formula itself.
so yeah! that was ok soda.
what the fuck
The Cincinnati Enquirer, Ohio, February 21, 1947
Currently thinking about how exercise, yoga & meditation are the top-scouted activities for good mental health yet how it completely worsened it for me. Reminds me that things can objectively be good but you have to be in the right headspace to receive it.
despite everything we're in, it's applaudable that we managed to find happiness. despite the lives being lost unfairly, we managed to cope & strive for better. and that's what matters the most.
I did some things I never imagined I would be able to do. I experienced new shit I was able to share with genuinely amazing people. There's a million things that would've been different without the presence of this virus lurking everywhere but there's a million things that did happen despite its existence.
*we shall never forget what we made of this year & it won't always be a nightmarish memory*
"Betty" words by Taylor Swift
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this is everything, wow
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe
and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them
and then
we built robots?
and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image
and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone
but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?
the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.
and they told us to tell you hello.
Robots
What kind of rain (person) are you?
I thought you were rain; because rain makes me feel happy, warm (ironically) and understood.
Then, you left and while I was preparing myself for a long drought, forever unpredictable you left behind a flood instead. I was wondering why, while being surrounded by all this water I couldn’t use up, yet needed so badly.
Eventually, I came to the conclusion that you were the rain but not the kind of rain I thought you were.
When you were beside me, I thought you were a summer rain- the kind that everyone badly wishes for, in the middle of a sweltering heatwave. But you were one of the many rainfalls that happened in monsoon and autumn- the kind people stop appreciating after a while.
I thought I needed you like summer rain but turns out I don’t need the rain at all to keep me happy anymore.
remnants of a poem pt.1
skipping a meal, shaping a lie,
low numbers on the weighing scale,
one point too high, enough to make you concerned
few points lesser than the status quo-
higher numbers on the heart button
striving for perfection? based on whose standards?
striving for happiness? on whose terms and at what cost?
The thing with breakups is not just the pain of losing the person; it’s eventually questioning everything you ever had. I find myself lying wide awake at 3AM wondering if you’re telling her the same “inside” jokes we used to have. I think about all the alternate universe theories we’d rambled on about- was that part of your routine with every person you meet? It hurts to look around cuz everything in my room reminds me of you. I search for your face in all the empty roads. Closure, to me at least, isn’t asking you if it’s over for sure- it’s a million questions wrapped up in one: Was what happened ever genuine?
I wonder if all that we shared ever mattered to you or you were bored off your mind while we were together. Now all I have is time to overthink & I can’t help but let these thoughts run through my mind. Until you, I thought unrequited love was the worst thing to go through but I guess you proved me wrong. Having somebody love you, then questioning whether they ever did love you the way you thought they did- that’s officially the worst feeling ever. I thought we stayed friends after this, no matter what happens but it seems like you are unashamed to move on- not from me but to another one. I guess I have to act like it doesn’t bother me while it kills me inside. Thank you for introducing me to a number of things but especially for opening me up to a whole new world of hurt.
Don't ever regret a person you had a good relationship with, no matter how it ended. Regretting the very fact you met someone just because they aren't in your life anymore sounds terrible. When you hate someone, you only think of all the things they've done that made you feel miserable but think of all the times they made you feel like you were on top of the world. Think about all the happy memories that brought you where you are today. Regretting a person that was part of your life for a considerable amount of time is like forgetting the people who are dead right after their funeral and acting like their presence in your life didn't yield anything good at all. Don't let one moment of hurt erase all the goodness that you felt once. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4PXqnLjvBe/?igshid=1cxaxkpgth73f
Hello again!
I’m not sure how many of you still follow me here but a lil life update- I’m working on a lot of writing projects lately so here are a bunch of places you can find me on:
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