Something I do really love about The Tumblr Experience™️ is that you get everything. The whole blog, in order, not by popularity or (usually) tailored to fit an audience.
I followed this person for one thing, but this is a really gorgeous picture of a bird. A gifset of a movie I never would have seen. A poem about brothers or frogs or ribbon or love.
It's odd but it's meditative, almost. I think it's part of why mutuals, especially ones we don't really talk to, are such a specific phenomenon. I've never spoken to you, you stopped talking about the thing I followed you for forever ago, I don't even remember what it was, but I like seeing you there, still reblogging gifsets of 1990s cult classics and parasocially blogging about Bob Dylan.
I mean, our whole lives have been wasted. You know, just staring across the church. Too scared to come down and be with you. I mean, too scared to tell our own daughter the truth.
Only when your girlish glow,
flickers just so,
do they let you know:
It's hell on earth to be heavenly.
Them's the breaks, they don't come gently.
Clara Bow - The Tortured Poets Department (2024)
i feel like the people who are making fun of the silly lyrics in ttpd don't really know taylor's music (at least, not her pre-folklore songs) because she's always had lyrics like that?? they're just now paying attention. like - her snotty little family all dressed in pastel. a gown shaped like a pastry. i guess i’ll just stumble on home to my cats! my daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be! no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity. with your organic shoes and your MILLION DOLLAR COUCH.