Any One Else Walking Fast Through The Traffic Lights, Busy Streets And Busy Lives, And ᵃˡˡ We ₖₙₒ𝓌

today is their day <3

if someone sent me downtown lights, lovebombed me and wrote songs saying he hasnt stopped thinking about me for the past decade and i got with him in the middle of a career peak and a world tour, millions of eyes watching us, and he left and ghosted me and said “im better off” then got engaged to the girl after me. id be making deals with the devil

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Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

GIRL it is time for a restraining order 🫣

Odysseus: Achilles, don't you think you're overreacting about Patroclus's death? Achilles: What would YOU do if Penelope died? Odysseus: Achilles: Exactly.

Forever Winter 2012 demo (x)

If we had a nickel for every time parts of this fandom were so annoying that Taylor edited a moment out of a video we’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

the autotune distortion part of dear reader is soooo effective in how it takes someone who has been idolized and constructed through song and performance and public persona, with some of the cogs and bolts her own doing, and reveals how that person we think we know is as real as the pixelated images we see of her, which is to say not real at all. it reveals this god like figure to be an invention of our own design, barely human anymore. and the fact that it distorts over the line "never take advice from someone who's falling apart" hits home that she's not the shiny, perfect godlike woman we see. the hologram ripples, the machine glitches, when the fallibility of her humanity shows through, breaking the visage of perfection we're accustomed to. it's not real, not humanly possible to be this person the curated and carefully constructed way we see her, never was, and isn't possible to achieve. the reality of who she is, outside the songs and the narrative, is way messier, way less inspiring and tied up in a perfect bow. but also doubles as a philosophical meditation on where does one end and the other begin? if the only version of her that most people know is a bunch of perfect pixels, is that the real her now? If that's taylor, then who is the flesh and blood person sitting on her couch every night? does she even exist outside of those pixels anymore? does anyone know the real taylor anymore, herself included, and which one is the real taylor? is she just the ghost in the machine now?

they had so much fun with this one