[thehopeofitart]

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[palipunk-deactivated20260328]

Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.

Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.

[lesamismorts]

if you live in the us and have literally 2 minutes to spare go fill out the form here -- it will give you a script and also prompt a phone call that will patch you through the the office of your district's representative. specify that you will not consider voting for them again, or for any elected officials, if they don't call for an immediate ceasefire and end to us funding of genocide. jewish voice for peace has a lot of other action items, most of which can be done from home if you aren't able to attend a protest.

[cages-boxes-hunters-foxes]

1989 (Taylor's Version) Prologue

When I was 24, I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long, curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was, in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepisgly as my tourmates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does, but I had a secret. For me, it was more than a change of hairstyle. At 24, I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally, and I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making Red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my ears. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on Red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big, bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see, in the years, preceding this, I had become the target of slut-shaming—the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends, the trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy-crazy psychopath, the media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop, because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that, for me, there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth, and my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that—right? I would learn later on that people could, and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan, and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my mown apartment in New York, and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback, who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape that I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989, and we would reference big 80s synths and write sky-high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith, and I ran right towards it. In high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back, I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by the right kind of naïveté, a hunger for adventure, and a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure, and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say, but they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to...don't say it...don't say it...I'm sorry, I have to say it...shake it off.

I'll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig-zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "Blank Space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "Welcome To New York." You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my best to entertain you. You, who have given me the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long.

This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It's been waiting for you,

Taylor

[safetyplaces]

think I'm finally clean 🫧🫧🩵🥹

[theerastour]

say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset babe...

[twinfiresign]

1989 (taylor’s version) back covers re-imagined

[femsolid]

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

[sheheisk]

Works:

1. Ampio orizzonte by Ettore Tito, 1910 2. Mariana (Millais) by John Everett Millais, 1851 3. Bathing Girls by Paul Gustave Fischer, 1860-1934 4 If a woman reads a book in the forest but no one is there to see it... by Jenna Gribon, 2020 5. The Reader Wreathed with Flowers / Virgil's Muse by Camille Corot, 1845 6. In the Garden by Helena Janecic 7. A girl with her bike looking over the water by Alexander Akopov 8. Girl with a Straw Hat by Francine Van Hove 9. After the Ball by Ramon Casas, 1895 10. Untitled by Francine Van Hove

[piecesintoplaces]

wish you were right here, right now, it's all good.

[anctherdayofsun]

t.s. - august ☀️

[arabellas]

TAYLOR SWIFT performing KING OF MY HEART The Eras Tour (August 8, 2023)

[bybdolan]

it's you & me, there's nothing like this! WELCOME TO THE ERAS TOUR. (inspired by ConceptionStudios - check out their etsy!)

[onawishingstar]

darafeller: Folklore on point n shoot 📸🍃🪩

[icardigan]

1989 (Taylor’s Version)

[piecesintoplaces]

somehow that was everything.

[agirlwholivesindelusion-deactiv]

MY NAME IS TAYLOR AND I WAS BORN IN 1989

[ohnoballoons]

I just love this tour's outfits so much :')

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