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behind the music with @taylorswift

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If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.

Mary Oliver, from devotions; ‘don't hesitate’

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very big fan of when taylor swift fucking lists things like hell yeah distance, timing, breakdown, fighting! magic, madness, heaven, sin! vintage tee, brand new phone, high heels on cobblestones!!

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taylor swift's songs & "cage" ♡

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fun lil reaction pics from twitter!!!

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WHEN I’M NOT MUCH OF WHO YOU GREW UP WITH

ya’aburnee halsey // garden song phoebe bridgers // tough act maisie peters // the archer taylor swift // coney island taylor swift // male fantasy billie eilish // ribs lorde // landslide fleetwood mac // stoned at the nail salon lorde // garden song phoebe bridgers // seven taylor swift

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genius. and so so so so sad. my favorite things.

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my year-end favs [2021] → favorite albums: You Signed Up For This, Maisie Peters

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MP2 when???? cate’s brother WHEN??? GIRLS HOUSE WHEN???????

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recycled the hearth, now it’s a tomb

im obsessed w the line “recycled the hearth, now it’s a tomb” but have zero idea where to put it in a poem. but it’s cool. and depressing. and that’s the ethos of most of my poetry inspo aka maisie hannah peters.

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Afterhours

I wait in the after-hours for a nurse’s smile or gentle touch,

I pad the living room alone and soulless,

I feel the emotion dripping down my cheeks

While a sunrise paints friends’ dreams anew just outside.

Today I’ll wonder if I can have pride in these scars,

Borne not from heroism but ignorance.

Then I’ll chant “the body is a miracle” and keep on “healing”

This body, my vessel, my home

In the after-hours,

Far from a shrink and farther from the grave I laid kindness to rest.

Here I exist in the moments before dawn,

On replay and rewind until I can work up the courage to switch the channel altogether

And maybe reset the clock to a 24-hour lifestyle.

The after-hours are quiet and still,

Hauntingly cold but never without a welcome cardigan.

Yes, there’s a front porch and a lake,

A fridge stocked full of hope and a shower dripping motivation slowly,

And the bed is comfortable but you’ll never sleep soundly in the silence.

I’ve made a home here, welcomed ghosts like dinner guests to my table,

And planted a garden in my ill-planned free-time.

It’s been eons since a living soul passed through the gates of hell

And sat down to dine with me.

The after-hours aren’t kind to the unfit, unwelcome, misunderstanding friends.

Neither am I anymore,

Transformed as I am into a creature of monotonous laughs and trickling streams.

Maybe in a few months, the sun will send her dapples my way,

But I’m rapt in my own self-obsession, my fridge-light the only protection from myself now.

Welcome to the after-hours.

I should tell you to move along,

But I’m selfish and want a friend

So please take a seat,

And cry a while beside me.

The after-hours are here.

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Athletic Feat (Fate)

She’s bloodthirsty now,

Cheated out one too many times,

And it’s time now.

Tossing caution to the wayside,

“You know you could be on my side”,

But it’s years of creaking floors

And slamming doors that divide

Her mercy and my neck.

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taylurking (baby version)

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poem teases hehe i missed tumblr

- and i’ve got an idea that doesn’t make any money

- this next year is coming while you’re quietly going out my window

- he’s a walk to the store in a snowstorm

- the plane i should have missed to love you one more time

- i was too starry-eyed, overexplaining star signs

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Mary Oliver, "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac." Blue Horses

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I think loverfest scarred me. i bought two way-too-expensive tickets, more than the total of the receipt of the lorde tickets i’m looking at, but now i can’t commit to less than $300 down. ik ik IK this is not an actual problem, believe me, ik

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sub $700 pit seats? Taylor Swift could never

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suffering a severe lack of IRL lorde fans who would leave college during the week to drive to a lorde show and spend way too much money