Look how young and cute we were!!!!!

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Look how young and cute we were!!!!!
Lmao best vine
Aaaaahhhh yessss this still exists!!!!! My fiancé and I made this vine in 2013!!!!
List of Criticism References in “Look What You Made Me Do” Music Video (Feel Free to Add On!)
Taylor Swift is money hungry
Taylor Swift is a snake
Taylor Swift surprised face
VMA incident / “Excluded from this narrative”
Taylor Swift’s squad is full of skinny, pretty, white girls
Taylor Swift’s squad are just her servants/robotic
Tom Hiddleston’s “I <3 T.S.” shirt
Taylor Swift plays the victim
Taylor Swift isn’t really that nice
Online receipt and photoshopping call out culture
Taylor Swift v.s. Streaming Services
Taylor Swift buries people with her gang
Taylor Swift writing “This Is What You Came For”
Taylor Swift can’t dance
The Kimye/Famous incident
LWYMMD Video Ending Transcript
You Belong With Me Taylor: *surprised* You Guys!
Out of the Woods Zombie Taylor: Stop making that surprised face, it's so annoying.
Shake it Off Taylor: Yeah, you can't possibly be that surprised all the time.
Snake Taylor: *Hiss*
Taylor in all black: What's with that bitch?
Out of the Woods Zombie Taylor: Don't call me that!
Fearless Taylor: Y'all!
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together Taylor: Oh stop acting like you're all nice. You are so fake.
Fearless Taylor: *Cries*
All Leather with spikes Taylor: Oh there she goes, playing the victim again.
Snake Taylor: *Hiss*
Met Gala Taylor: What are you doing?
Rich, gossipy Taylor: Getting receipts! Gonna edit this later.
MTV VMAs 2009 Taylor: Uh, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
All Taylors: SHUT UP!
excuse me is that miss taylor swift driving a new masarati down a dead end street while people line up to see her CRASHÂ
OKAY BUT WAIT
WHAT SONG IS THAT LINE FROM?Â
I’LL TELL YOU
IT’S FROM RED
AND WHAT IS THE NEXT SHOT?
RED DESERVED A FUCKING GRAMMY
IM DONE
Well fuck.
don’t you just love it when all of your favs are in one picture together
literally my favorite part of the whole music video
“I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams” - Taylor Swift (Look What You Made Me Do)
i need my space unless youre the right person then dont go anywhere
trump said that he wants to return to his tower on the weekends
boi, he doesn’t understand what this job entailsÂ
Ok but can we address how supervillainy “return to his tower” sounds
what can’t she do
Holy wow
slightly too long for twitter
anxiety is when all the feels are in an uncontrollable, unpleasant, jittery heap inside of you and they don't have anywhere to go so they just make your mind and body miserable
Since the 1970s, the number of first-time mothers over the age of 35 has risen fivefold. This trend toward delayed childbearing means more would-be-mothers are struggling with infertility and miscarriage. While this doesn’t surprise me, what does is how readily this has been blamed on the rise of feminism. The thinking here is that modern women are so busy leaning into their feminism-forged careers that they don’t want to start trying for kids until their mid-to-late 30s. They made the mistake of “wanting it all.” Yet, among the women I know in this age group who have fertility issues, or simply missed the window to have children, none of them have what such critics consider “real” careers. Almost all of them were either dumped in their early 30s, or couldn’t find the right guy, or were toiling in the sorts of overeducated, debt-burdened underemployment that put their household income way below the threshold where they could responsibly raise a child. In other words, they weren’t waiting to “have it all” – they were waiting to have enough. The rise of precarious employment, the evisceration of unions, degree inflation, and an inflamed housing market have all limited my generation’s access to the milestones of regular adulthood. It’s economics, not feminism, that has most altered our patterns of courtship and family-building, consigning us to the extended adolescence of baby-boomer legend.
I think about this all the time. I imagine a lot of us do. (via kelsium)
“In other words, they weren’t waiting to “have it all” – they were waiting to have enough.”
(via girlwithalessonplan)
Anxiety: A Ghost Story
We have got to talk about the kids in all those Goosebumps books. For example, if your family vacation is to an amusement park called HORRORLAND, and your station wagon explodes in the parking lot upon arrival, maybe shrugging it off, buying an extra large popcorn, and heading straight for The Deadly Doom Slide is not your best possible course of action.
Or, if you steal a weird camera from your creepy neighbor’s basement and every picture you take shows bad things happening, like decapitation and Tofurkey, and then all the bad things from the pictures start happening, Stop Taking Pictures.
Or, if you move into your new house and there are a bunch of small children already living in your bedroom that your parents cannot see, maybe, don’t just grab a juice box and go play in the cemetery that is in your backyard.
Or, when I tell you of the ghosts that live inside my body; When I tell you I have a cemetery in my backyard and in my front yard and in my bedroom; When I tell you trauma is a steep slide you cannot see the bottom of, that my anxiety is a camera that shows everyone I love as bones, when I tell you panic is a stubborn phantom, she will grab hold of me and not let go for months– this is the part of the story when everyone is telling you to run.
To love me is to love a haunted house– it’s fun to visit once a year, but no one wants to live there, and when you say, “Tell me about the bad days,” it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell, you love me like the family walking through Horrorland holding hands– You are not stupid, or careless, or even brave, you’ve just never seen the close-up of a haunting.
Darling, this love will not cure me. And this love will not scrape the blood from the baseboards, but it will turn all the lights on, it will bring basil back from the farmer’s market and it will plant it in every windowsill, it is the kind of love that gives me goosebumps, when you say to the ghosts, “If you’re staying, then you better make room,” and we kiss against the walls that tonight are not shaking, so we turn the music up and we dance to Miles Davis, and you say, “My god, this house. The way that it stands even on the months that no one goes into or comes out of it.”
How reckless, the way that I love like the first chapter of a ghost story. Like the gentlest hand reaching out of a grave.
this is everything i’ve never been able to put into words.
so many feelings tonight
mraaaaaahhhhh
"okay, so you've been sending me a lot of late night texts again and I've noticed they've gotten longer and weirder over the past few days. Do you need to go back on medication?" -my friends, to me, in the morning, probably.
sick during finals week
you know what? It's okay that I didn't do anything today except lay around and drink juice. Hopefully this day of rest will give me energy for the next three days until I'm done with finals and can go home!