#the Album Prologues Are The Bible. To Me.

you know how to ball i know taylor swift lore

Taylor using Peter Pan and the story of the boy who wouldn't grow up as a whole motif in her writing for a bit was truly excellent. The actual story of Peter and Wendy is sad especially because I think it is mostly an allegory for lost youth.

it’s so good! and it’s the perfect metaphor because the themes of peter and wendy’s story—waiting forever, growing up (or refusing to), promises that aren’t kept—are all at the heart of ttpd. and even beyond that, i just love the way she talks about youth across ttpd/some of midnights. it’s something that you lose, something you can keep, something that gets taken, something you give, etc.

OMG It's even worse than it looked

TAYLOR SWIFT | "Vigilante Shit" The Eras Tour, Tokyo Night 1

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin

This TTPD megamix is blowing my mind 🤯

Took too any edibles and now I’m crying over how much I love Taylor swift

all that work. I hope @staff knows that losing jaime’s blog (@cages-boxes-hunters-foxes) will kill swiftie tumblr, the fandom that runs this stupid site. it’s a cornerstone of our fan culture and jaime is a friend/mutual to a lot of us.

my favorite choice ever at the very end of the black dog is when she whispers the final “screaming”. after literally screaming it the whole song, after she’s gone through all that grief and catharsis, you can hear her voice shake as it barely chokes out the word. And she’s so insistent the entire song that “old habits die screaming” like I will rage against you with my dying breaths! Loss and death and grief have made me angry and vengeful and you will feel the flames of my wrath!!! But in the end, after she goes through all the accusations and the blame and the vitriol and confusion and the cruelty and injustice of it all, she has no more fight left in her. she realizes in real time that this is what grief and letting go actually feels like, the summation of it all at the end. It’s perhaps in conversation with that TS Eliot poem: “This is how the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.” The journey through all of that sorrow and pain and grief and loss doesn't end in a blinding magnificent rage and it’s over, as much as she wanted it to, with indignation and vengeful pride. Instead, it’s a long drawn out suffering and when she finally gets to the end of her grief, it has drained everything from her. she may have the last word, but it'll be nothing more than a pitiful whisper.

🔥🔥🔥

the black dog