she was not fucking joking

taylor swift really gave us a mental break down and then said double it and give it to the next everyone

taylor swift calling all those bitches out that are so obsessed with her boyfriends.

I am once again asking Swifties to understand that Taylor Swift songs and albums are not "about" anyone other than Taylor Swift and how she is thinking or feeling or reacting to any particular stimuli in her life. And that is more true than ever with this album.

“i hate it here” is peak escapism and hearing her talk about how she lives in a garden no one else has access to in her mind (unlike the rest of her life) for most of the year is sooooo. made up scenarios and imagining living in the 1800s… it’s giving the lakes except she’s alone and she can’t actually leave. so much of the album is about feeling stuck and this one is about feeling stuck in herself.

the beauty of this album is that it really fully encapsulates what it’s like going from the devastating loss of a long term relationship, to the rebound you think is gonna fix it all, only to ultimately realize that you were using the latter to process your feelings about the former. the songs are so muddled, and the lyrics are relevant to both muses because her feelings were muddled and she had no idea where to put them or what to do with them. the rebound promised her everything she couldn’t get from the ex-love and she fell for it because she was so desperate to be really seen.

from ‘you said i’m the love of your life, about a million times’ to ‘you’re the loss of my life’ i’m crying.

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

i forgot how much i love john green. I ADORE HIM. I LOVE HIM AND HIS BRAIN.

april mood :

cold coffee, misty rainy mornings, long showers, orange leaves, crop tops, warm skin and cool cotton, reading in the evening, pretty sunsets, clear nights.

this is me all day

Asking someone to finish their story when they get cut off in a group conversation. It's such little gestures that mean the most

interstellar (2014) said yeah space is cool, physics are cool, but you know what's cooler? love. love is the coolest thing of them all. and y'know what? it was RIGHT.

me when media portrays any form of love transcending space (multi-dimensional) and time (lifetimes): sobbing and crying and breaking down

read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do

i've read that beauty demands replication. we take pictures, write poetries, draw paintings of things that we find beautiful. we reproduce it in order to keep it, extend it through space and time. so maybe that's why everytime I look at you, I want to take a picture of you. because you're my definition of beauty.