The All Too Well short film
Iām not fine at all. LIKE AT ALL. TAYLOR HAVE YOUāVE BEEN READING MY DIARIES?
Personally, being in my 20s is a complete fucking mess, and I tend to hope to get some support from the people I love (especially the ones I love the most and do absolutely everything I have to make them happy). It sucks when you realise it will never be reciprocal.
the facial expressions are so powerful, the fake smile, the yearning while she looks down because that asshole didnāt show up, the whole scene as a parallel to the scene with her father and him (+ the parallels to the Lover mv, taylor, you mastermind)⦠so fucking powerful. I think it has made us cry because we have all have been in that sort of situation, just clinging to that dumb hope that person is gonna show up, or at least have the decency to call
A week before RED tv, i had this huge fight with my best friend, the person who i wouldāve described as the love of my life (sometimes i still do, old habits die hard i guess), because I tried to hug her (yep, just like the scene, bc it was a normal thing between us). The hurt and seeing myself in this videos made me realise a lot of things.
Itās the subtlety of things, just like the hand thing. You start to see cracks of something thatās inherently wrong in the relationship, but it seems like youāre the only one who sees it.
+ āanytime now, heās gonna say itās love. You never called it what it wasā Being so confused about a situation, hoping to get that reassurance but mever getting it. It sucks and it hurts and this single line makes me cry like a baby.
This scene right here. JUST HOW, HOOOWWWW. Itās a perfect depiction of toxic relationship and gaslighting when you notice things arenāt going well, when you let yourself express your emotions to the other person only to be treated like youāre crazy or exaggerating. Suddenly the fault is all yours for āfeeling to muchā, how you feel is belittled, and you feel so bad. Then the showering of affection comes in; just so you never know where do you stand. You donāt which version of the person youāre getting, but you keep on just because sometimes you get their good side. Itās sickening, itās maddening, it leaves you confused and it makes you question yourself. You suddenly donāt feel like you anymore.
Itās all so well depicted.
Tolerating being treated like shit just because then they will apologise, and you just let it slip because āwell, there must be something happening to them, itās not really their faultā. Expecting, even after all that, the sweet version of them.
Sometimes because all you have known about love is that it hurts, so you just think āthis is how it should feel, itās love, of course itās gonna hurt meā
En even after all that, even after tolerating and ignoring red flags and ignoring advice from everyone who cares about you, even after losing yourself; you get left behind. All out in the cold, with no real explanation, just with you feeling āwell, there must be something wrong with me; there is definitely something wrong I did for this to happenā. The manipulation was so real it left you like that.
But then it comes my favourite part. The healing. Coping with it writing, you slowly start seeing yourself again. You took your broken heart and made it something not only beautiful but something that made you find yourself again. You made it out alive, even after all that crying, even after having to pick piece by piece the shattered glass you were. You made it, and you made something beautiful and inspiring with it. Somehow, thatās everything.
I think thatās what I want to do too, Taylor, and Iāve been thinking about it for so long. After seeing this short film, all I have to say is thank you. Thank you once again for being there (even if youāre not actually āthereā or āhereā) when I needed guidance the most. Thank you for showing me parts of my heart that I didnāt recognise until this came in my way.
Thank you once again, even after writing all that I want, I think no words could ever express my gratitude.
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