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karis, she/her lover secret sessions

[rainycabride]

i know i don't come on tumblr much these days but I'm giving substack a whirl (!) and i figured i would share with the old gang

[bananaofswifts]

Taylor Swift brings bread & a wedding invite to Greg James | The Life of a Showgirl Interview

[rainycabride]

SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

[rainycabride]

i love redownloading tumblr every time there's a new taylor album hello swifties

[rainycabride]

making taylor's chai sugar cookies because i am nothing if not sentimental when it comes to album releases

[existennialmemes]

It's Autumn, which means if I make a Big Pot of Soup it will Fix Everything. No one fact check me on this. We need to let the soup speak for itself.

[fangorn-forest]

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

[stillgotscars]

in honor of the 6-year anniversary of lover, put your top 3 tracks in the tags

[rainycabride]

not even going to pray for a soft rock album this time. I love a showgirl but if there is one thing she's not it's soft rock

[rainycabride]

classic

[rainycabride]

a countdown that made me open tumblr again after like two years because nobody gets it like you guys

[rainycabride]

haven't been on tumblr in so long hello people in my phone

[lanalovestay]

sylvia plath, august 1st

[ravenclairee]

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed You put me on and said I was your favourite

[wouldvebeensweet]

TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour - Paris, France - May 9th, 2024. Photographed by Getty Images.

[kissyoulikealover]

i attend christmas parties from outside. how can i ever try to be better nobody ever lets me in. don't want money just someone who wants my company let it once be me. who could ever leave me darling but who could stay? i've never been a natural all i do is try. i'm alone on my own and thats all i know. fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here. to a house not a home all alone cause nobody's there where i pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care. i tuck myself in and turn my nightlife on i wish i'd never grown up. ones i loved trued to help so i ran them off and here i sit alone behind walls of regret. when my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people i've ghosted stand there in the room. i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind people need a key to get to the only one is mine. you're on your own kid you always have been.

[lovandfear]

the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.