The Prophecy - Blog Posts
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I had to write an assignment for my english class about a song that explores any aspect of a romantic relationship that you've experienced. It was only a paragraph but i'm still really proud of it and decided to post it. The song I chose was the prophecy by taylor swift. a song very dear to me.
Anyways. Here it is;
I sat with myself about what song best described my experience. I started going down a list of songs from all the different artists I listen to. From The 1975 to Lorde to Lana Del Rey but ultimately settled on the queen of love songs herself. Taylor Swift. As a fan of her it was a hard choice but as a lover of her newest album, The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology, The prophecy was the right choice. Being a melodramatic Twenty-One-year-old hopeless romantic I often feel as though I’m going to be alone forever, a truly fearful fate. So, when I listened to the song for the first time I related to Swift’s feelings of hopelessness portrayed through her lyricism. The feeling of hopelessness one only feels when the presumed love of their life slips through their fingers. I am not the only one, The prophecy having 183,309,275 plays on Spotify alone the fans also resonated with the sad ballad. Even outside of her regular listeners people are seeing how much weight her words have. Swift is getting young girls through their girlhood since her debut in 2006 through her lyrics and haven’t stopped since. Her lyrics are truly more than just lyrics; It’s poetry and All’s fair in love and poetry.
I ended up removing a quote I used from an article I used around the seventh sentence just because it's from a local college to me.
brand new full throttle…. hand on the throttle, thought i caught lightning in a bottle
mystic crystal
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MYSTIC CRYSTAL
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Blue Sargent and Richard Gansey |||, Bluesey, also known as the inspiration for “The Prophecy” by Taylor Swift:
“Please
I’ve been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don’t want money
Just want someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?”
Because of the prophecy.
ok why are my fellow girlkissers trending
RIP Miu Iruma, you would have loved —and felt called out by— “The Prophecy” and “You’re On Your Own, Kid” by Taylor Swift.
i could be the white boy that was prophesised, i just need to play some funky music
the longing in the prophecy…..a crying
The Prophecy is Jheselbraum’s song
He’s got that “contemplating the death of my eldest boy” look
UK cover reveal for KOWT
I prefer the US editions to the UK ones but had to pre order immediately!
"the prophecy" by Taylor Swift is so Loki coded omg
the prophecy | max verstappen
summary: you and max can never agree on the same topic of conversation and it might be the thing that breaks you up
warnings: angst, some yelling
word count: 805
you love max. you really do. but you hate when he brings up the same topic of conversation that you'll never agree on.
“i’m not moving to monaco.” you say for the million time.
“i’m just saying it would be way easier for us.” he answers unbothered while eating his dinner.
you avoid rolling your eyes at his comment and just decide to ignore him. since you got together, distance has been a complicated issue for you both. with max flying almost the whole year for races and then going home to monaco and you working and living in new york, the two of you only saw each other during breaks and when you could occasionally fly to see him race.
and yes, maybe it would make it easier if one of you just moved, but why did it have to be you? living in new york has been your dream since you were a kid and saw it in the movies, and now that you finally got a job that you enjoy in the city of your dreams, are you really gonna leave it? hell no.
“why don’t you think about it?” he insists.
you drop the fork you were holding on the plate creating an exaggerated noise.
“would you do it for me?” you ask, exhausted. “would you move to new york for me?” he shakes his head and went back to his dinner.
“is not the same.” he says.
“why don’t you move to new york?” you ask instead. this caught his attention and he finally moved his eyes from the food to you. “what is it to you anyway? you’re traveling the whole time, i on the other hand, actually work here.”
“you can get a job in monaco.” he replies like he always did when the topic came up.
“i don’t want a different job!” you raise your voice. “and i don’t want to move to monaco.” he didn’t said anything, fearing that whatever came out of his mouth would disturb you more than you already were. “if you wouldn’t do it for me, why would i do it for you?”
you regret it the moment you said it, but it was too late now, it was out there. you could recognize the pain in max’s face from miles away and you felt a little guilty that you were relieved when you said it so you didn’t have to hide your thoughts on the topic anymore.
“because that is what people in relationships do, y/n.” he answers, his tone rather harsh. “you sacrifice things for each other.”
“why do i have to be the one to sacrifice things?” you couldn’t stop now that it was out there.
“why are you being so immature about this?” he exhales, a tired expression on his face which only made you angrier.
“i’m not acting “immature” about this.” you attack. “you just ask me to give up my whole life to go live in a complete different continent for you and i said no, period.”
“so what are we supposed to do, y/n?” he raise his voice at you also. “what are we doing here? playing around?” you frown, nodding your head in disbelief. “i love you too much but this long distance thing is killing me.” he admits.
to be fair, you weren’t the biggest fan of long distance either, but there was no other choice. it was either that or broke up, and you definitely didn’t want to break up.
“look, i know it is not perfect but what else can we do?” you ask, even though the answer was right there, it was obvious that neither of you was going to give in.
“this cannot be the thing that breaks us up.” he whispers but you heard him.
“of course we’re not gonna break up, max.” you say. “that seems extreme.” a grimace of sadness appeared on your face.
“well, i’m not sure what else…” he didn’t continue. “i’m not moving to new york.” he says with a serious tone. “and it seems like you’re not moving to monaco. and none of us wants to do long distance.” you kept quiet, trying to wrap your mind around what he was implying, praying that your conclusions were wrong.
“so?” you ask somewhat fearfully.
“so… i don’t know.”
“you want to end things?” you question straightforwardly, not wanting to wander anymore where his mind was.
“i don’t.” he answers. “but can we continue how we are?” his face was of true despair.
“is it really this serious?” your voice was seconds away from breaking but you didn’t want to look shattered in front of him.
“you tell me.” he says with a lump on his throat.
you couldn’t help but wonder if this was always how it was going to end.
Little pic collage I made. It’s ab to get so dystopian in here bruhhhhhhhh