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Can’t relate to the black dog because he did turn his location off

#Taylor swift #ttpd #still checking to see if it’s still off #old habits do die screaming

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#future elementary Ed major so #love kids :)

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we all said the good witch was the blueprint....however we overlooked BSC when talking about all that

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"I'm having his baby

No I'm not be you should see your faces"

Queen shit , absolutely hilarious, like can you imagine

Skkskskskk

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taylor is just like. so full of life right now and in love with her life and her happiness overflows and is contagious idk idk it's a joy

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I know there's so much criticism of midnights but dang if it isn't my personal aoty. The album I play on repeat no skipping anytime no matter what mood I'm in. With all its glittery, dreamlike production. All its contemplative staying-up-too-late lyrics. All its excitement and worry and pride and fear and self-reflection. Yeah, that's my aoty.

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it really sucks that she's never won soty as such a talented songwriter but her love of the album as an artform, the way she was one of the artists who really popularized the concept of "eras" around an album, the way she cares about the openers and closers and the flow of every song in between and always has, idk i trace my love of albums back to the beat-up fearless cd i checked out from my local library in 2009 and it is so beautiful that she's recognized for that more than anyone else in the history of ever

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ugh taylor baby always the first on her feet when she loses

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TAYLOR SWIFT & TRAVIS KELCE celebrating the Kansas City Chiefs Win (Jan 28, 2024)

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And I told him, "That's fine, I'll tell mine that you're ... "

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Thinking about that mirror I broke about 7 years ago right now …

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#next to normal pls! #someone make it happen #little shop got its revival

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Really hope that these are bots I’m blocking and not new Twitter users who don’t know what’s going on …

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and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.

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im doing better, i made it to september, i can finally breathe 🍂

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a new home, a swan dive, a blank page, a rewrite, a black cat in the streetlights, an open door, the comedown of closure, the girls and i do yoga, i wake up and it's october, the loss is yours, brick lane in the brisk cold and red wine on his hip bone, the witching hours of stockholm that you won't see, sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission, the universe is shifting and it's all for me.