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Oh my god thank you anon ❤️🌈🥹

I might look normal but on the inside I am just a mosaic of skz references 😭😭

anti-hero's success and locals going "oh she finally admitted to being a problem" will never not be funny to me. This woman has been admitting to being the problem for years now... you just needed her to tell you in those exact simple words

in the eye of the tornado it all feels everlasting

swirling winds, endless destruction,red snow

bruised minds and broken hearts

one day, it all ends. everything goes

Another dawn, a dusk bringing home

light pouring into brittle souls and bright eyes

What doesn’t wane in the blistering dark

only shines brighter under golden hues

In an instant we’re bursting in technicolor

those wounds still bleed blue but

the pinks I see heal the stings a smidge

marooned hearts painted a new shade

blinding lights, glistening faces all around

Wherever I wander, I return here

to words that hold my blood, brain and soul

after every guttural cold on barren branches

the colour returns home to the trees

A new bloom, stemming from the pain

my lessons giving birth to newer colours

each a unique crescendo of healing

mirror mirror on the wall

I wonder how the butterflies do it do they become someone new after every torturing metamorphosis that gives them wings that shine anew Or do they rue the glitter and turbulence during flying occurs do rivers show them someone else with the bruised heart theirs posses

I could scream till the world’s end about all the lies that they fed warped my mind to see a monster in place of the girl I should’ve fostered Now there she stands with eyes Just as fierce when they caged her I can hold her and touch but never reach the person behind the mirror

I drench in the rain of compliments from people who didn’t know her the rain pricks on my skin like glass needles maybe I’m the one who’s making it harder She didn’t just happen, I know the horrid storm morphed me to her with same eyes, hair and brittle heart stands a girl who hijacked my part

always knew Taylor was for the high-functioning over-achieving burnout depressed girlies but now she has the *perfect* trio of songs to explain it- mirrorball, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, and this is me trying (in that order)

i couldn’t have found a normal artist to enjoy it just had to be this freak

I love that Taylor’s words and music brings so many people together because we feel seen only through her. I’ve spent all my life trying to explain “I’m so depressed I act like it’s my birthday every day” and end up feeling like a clown. But in this fandom, we all get each other, we’re seen by one another through this shared piece of connection. That’s the beauty of Taylor’s raw and gut wrenching honesty.

ttpd has got my creative juices flowing and now instead being a full-time stem girlie for finals i am being tortured poet girlie... god i am failing

folklore girlies are ttpd girlies and evermore girlies are ttpd anthology girlies i said what i said

y life went from hearing this is me trying every night back home to then listening to dear reader and now the prophecy... i need help

sometimes it absolutely sucks being passionate abt K-pop and Taylor Swift when I’m surrounded by ppl who just want to hate. That too boys who just want to hate on both of it.

Can’t believe I fucking missed the one free event that seventeen kept for nyc carats and I was free for the time since moving to nyc. Can’t believe I missed it cuz the friends I have are sissy’s who don’t want to acknowledge that liking K-pop isn’t bad. What’s worse is why would you let someone believe you’ll go with them somewhere and then it have the fucking guts to cancel and just let the person sit and wait!!!!

I waited for hours to find out they never wanted to go. It sucks to be taken for granted. To be treated like I’m a stupid child because I am passionate….

WHY UGH

Life in the last few months. Gots to keep reminding myself of this

I feel like I’ve been in my 20s all my life with all the terrible test of time. But now that I am actually in my 20s and the very real logistical problems of adulting have combined with the emotional trauma, it’s agonising… every time it gets better, it gets worse

dating your best friend is all fun and comfortable until you remember he is still your friend and can and will roast you at any given point of the day (I do it too, but that doesn’t count)

Ali Hazelwwod never misses. I devoured Not in Love within 5 hours. It was so refreshingly harsh and real and soooo hot. When I read Love, Theoretically I loved how much more real and raw her characters had become and she just went and multiplied that by so much more in this one.

Me: Finally a long weekend in New York!

Also me: Binge reads three romance books back to back almost forgetting that my real-life boyfriend exists and I need to talk to him 😭

Living all of my tween and teen years obsessively liking people and getting heart broken over a month’s worth of crushes but never lasting longer than a month in any relationship made me think I’m a weak and stupid attention seeking slut. Turns out I just have ADHD and I hyper focus on people 🫠

more people should talk abt the guilt and identity crisis that comes with sudden weight loss after years of trying to accept your body as a big girl… cuz it’s messed up🙃🥲

I started writing to express my authentic self, no matter how ugly or painful it is. I don’t usually share a lot of these on here but this felt essential.

Trigger warning though!

If you’re someone still going through the pain, or suffering the ptsd from the pain, I’m sorry for you but it gets better ❤️❤️