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I'm sad atm because everything seems to be going wrong. But it's so insanely comforting to remind myself how random life is. I could literally fall head over heels in love with someone tomorrow it is actually a possibility! I might meet a puppy walking home from college!! I might get an email with an opportunity that could change my life! All these tiny likelihoods of the small and big life events can pile up into a tiny slither of hope.
there’s going to be a Cloud Nine somewhere in all those clouds, I promise :)
Taylor said on releasing folklore and evermore that “we all needed a good cry”, but I associate folklore and evermore as one of the most content albums that Taylor’s ever produced.
Folklore/Evermore are not tragic. Even the sad songs have this raw sense to them? A sense of acceptance?
Take ‘long story short’, for example, there’s just this sort of acceptance that bad things will come and that’s okay and inevitable. The utter awareness of bad things I think portray the purest form of happiness: I don’t think you can be at the peak of your joy without acknowledgement and satisfaction of the sadder times that are part of your past, that you have survived through and that have evolved you to see the world the way you do.
“Long story short it was a bad time, long story short I survived”
Whenever I think of the Reputation album I see a warm and cosy home in the storm. On first look, everything’s so dark but, the more you listen, you realise the softness and tragic beauty of the album: that amongst all this chaos Taylor has finally reached a place of such comfort and happiness. She can still see the storm, but it can’t chill her anymore. She has home now.
do you ever have those moments when someone you love does something that is so them, you can't help but laugh with fondness? like...of course you'd do that❣ i love you.
Sometimes I look at how much BTS love each other and think holy fuck all I want is to build such a wholesome, loving, platonic relationship like they have.
so what if you like mainstream music? so what if you find comfort in the same 3 taylor swift songs? why does it matter?
you don’t have to be indie or niche to have a good music taste. there’s no superiority in it.
if it’s the thing that carries us through rainy Mondays and pandemic lockdowns and cloud nine road trips, then that in itself makes your music taste the most beautiful.
go listen to BTS and The Weeknd and Ariana Grande and, kindly, anyone who has a problem with your coping mechanism (because that’s what music is) can fuck off :)
F*ck him for saying that Taylor Swift was good “background music” - well I’m sorry you have the emotional range of a teaspoon. I should have dumped him right then.
Karen: I love her. And true love lasts a lifetime. (Joni Mitchell) Taylor Swift is the woman who taught your cold English wife how to feel.
Harry: Did she?
HAHAH DID YOU JUST QUOTE LOVE ACTUALLY i love this oh how this made my day
i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
so what if you like mainstream music? so what if you find comfort in the same 3 taylor swift songs? why does it matter?
you don’t have to be indie or niche to have a good music taste. there’s no superiority in it.
if it’s the thing that carries us through rainy Mondays and pandemic lockdowns and cloud nine road trips, then that in itself makes your music taste the most beautiful.
go listen to BTS and The Weeknd and Ariana Grande and, kindly, anyone who has a problem with your coping mechanism (because that’s what music is) can fuck off :)
the way tolerate it perfectly captures the feeling of being so frustrated with someone that every small thing they do irritates you and all these things have piled up to the point that even just watching them read or listening to them breathe starts to piss you off and remind you of all the bigger instances that you’ve had to beg for footnotes in their life and its too late so even the small stuff irritates you and the intro and the outro parallels of ‘i sit and watch you’ of all these thoughts constantly running through your head while the other person is completely unaware… im unwell
“I can’t make it go away by making you a villain”
I think this lyric is the most mature, refreshing, true-to-life lyric Taylor has ever written. It’s so important because in real life nobody is the villain to everybody’s story.
There’s an unhealthy tendency in our generation to antagonise people - such as deeming somebody ‘toxic’ rather than dealing with the genuine issue at hand. Villainising the world, or your s/o or the people that hurt you is not a healthy mechanism for growth.
It’s so so so important to understand that one person is never entirely responsible for your misery and how you choose to perceive/react to a situation is the ultimate game-changer.
This isn’t about self-blame, it’s about empowering your own ability to rise up from darker places without bitterness. It’s about blooming as a person and that’s so much more beneficial to your own wellbeing than holding a grudge.
the connections between mirrorball and this is me trying make me so sad. there’s the one taylor pointed out about “all I do is try” vs the chorus of timt, and there’s “I had the shiniest wheels” vs “shimmering beautiful/shattered edges glisten”. it’s like: yes, I am shiny now, but you have no idea that it’s because I have been trying so hard to be my entire life, it’s because I have been broken so many times that the shards now glimmer. and this relates back to “they told me all of my cages were mental” because people thought you were a natural, so they can’t believe you have a legitimate problem that needs addressing, they tell you to just get over it because it’s all in your head. also, the person in mirrorball is trying to get everyone looking at them, but the person in this is me trying needs all their willpower to drive past the lookout. this might seem like a drastic difference, but like she says, “when I break, it’s in a million pieces.” when you’ve been trying so hard for so long to hold yourself together, an issue that may seem minor to anyone else can literally shatter you: I’m reminded of a tumblr post that says something like “if someone reacts a 10/10 to something small, you probably didn’t notice how long they were at 9.”
how many of those clouds actually rained on you?
How many of those clouds actually rained on you?
I know it poured on you when you were sure you wouldn’t need a raincoat. I know that sometimes the wind and rain become an invincible force of misery, so much that umbrella’s don’t work. I know that you spend drizzly days looking down at the floor. I know.
But, what about that time you beat the downpour? The ten or twenty or hundred clouds you’ve walked under in this lifetime? What about the misty mornings turned to blue skies and the tealight puncture of the moon in the suffocation of a cloudy evening?
How many of those anxieties actually happened to you?
I know the disasters have hit you with a full face of makeup - both literally and metaphorically. I know that sometimes you’re already so sodden with hurt when more pain hits. I know that it’s really hard to keep your head up when distress is the forefront of your vision. We understand.
But, what about the times you’ve pulled yourself away from the cliff edges? The ten or ten thousand or ten million crises that your mind concocted before the success? What about the emergence of joy on a day started sullen and the bliss felt when you’re finally so much happier?
I promise, you’ve walked past so many rainclouds that never burst. It’s going to be okay.
I was home when all the world wanted was vacation.
“you drew stars around my scars”
Because love does strange things to what we deem is attractive. You fall in love, and all of a sudden you’ve evolved to see a niche version of the universe where clearer skin and blonder hair and the straighter teeth become irrelevant to beauty.
He falls in love with you, and - just like that - vogue standards could barely compete with the constellation of acne scars scattering your jaw.
You fall in love with him, and - just like that - you’d write a whole damn magazine on the captivation of laughter lines and sun spots and small irregularities that you can’t get enough of.
Love is a force of golden-flavoured imperfectionisms versus a species aspiring for perfectionism, yet it is the furthest thing we have from an enemy.
I think the reason we associate ambition with the stars is because sometimes you capture a moment looking up at the night sky - and, when you stare for long enough, you realise how immeasurably far yet immeasurably mesmerising the stars are.
We, mere humans, are astounded by this beauty but rarely expect ourselves - on earth (or within our comfort zones) - to reach the height and euphoria that is so far away.
We are only human after all.
We designate dreams for nighttime, and only once we dream can we be amongst our aspirations. We like to shut our curtains after sunset.
But, what humans have failed to realise is that we ourselves are astronauts and musicians and poets. Amongst us, we can paint the stars onto a canvas in daylight and we can create the melody of a million twinkling suns no matter the time of day.
I think the reason we associate ambition with the stars is because they - like our wildest wants and desires - seem so unreachable, especially when clouds form and our own vision blurrs.
But they’re so fucking beautiful. We will defy gravity to be amongst the stars.
Some of us crave to be the stars themselves. Some of us just want to capture the peaceful feeling beyond the miles of emptiness. Some of us stay on home ground and smile nostalgically up at our ambitions.
We don’t need the stars to be happy. We have daytime. We have the golden rays of a sunset and we have the enveloping laughter of our loved ones and we have the electricity of thunderstorm air.
Our dreams are not stars, but they are satellites. They are obtainable even if they do camouflage amongst the freckled silver lost and losing in the Mariana Trench of sky. They are made of human talent and human passion and human blood, sweat and tears.
A dream, my dear, is a satellite until the day wakes up and we can finally translate their captivity into our own creations.
