#leanne.text

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they will never make me hate whimsy and joy and goofiness and cringe. i love sunshine and being embarrassing. i love being giddy and having fun. i love love and vulnerability AND positivity

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thinking about "is it cool that i said all that?" and "it's cool, that's what i tell 'em, no rules in breakable heaven" and "it's cool, baby, with me" and "you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much" and "I play it cool with the best of them" and "a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon" and "cooler in theory, but not if you force it to be" and "i've been dying just from trying to seem cool"

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today is a big win for weird taylor swift girl nation. back to our roots

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i'm literally drooling over this specific visual

the pearls cascading over the side of the tub like water? delicious, opulent, no notes

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shiny bug is sooooo fucking fascinating. people are transfixed and repulsed by me. "you hang me on your wall, stab me with your pushpins." her entire life, body, work dissected.

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when people say taylor swift songs are soulless and vapid like. sorry you are emotionally constipated but the range of human experience is literally right there. simply access it???

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thinking about "the old widow goes to the stone everyday, i don't, i just sit here and wait, grieving for the living" and "remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light / now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time" and "forgive me, peter, please know that i tried to hold on to the days that you were mine / but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light"

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it's been almost two years but it still strikes me how taylor almost assuredly wrote the manuscript knowing at least partially that she would close the eras tour with it. like the last time i will perform on this stage. the last time i let these pieces of my past be who i am. the last time i let myself repeat the cycle. i no longer revere the heartbreak. it's not romantic, it's not tragic, it's not nostalgic, it's not beautiful, and it just is. i reread it and rewrote it and recontextualized it and repeated it and remembered it and revisited it and reclaimed it and redesigned it and there's nothing else to do but release it. the only thing that's left is the manuscript. but the story isn't mine anymore.