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Wildflowers 🌼⚘️

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showering:

pros: you get to feel clean. you get non greasy hair, non oily feeling skin, it just in general makes you feel better, more energised, refreshed.

cons: there are so many steps. oh my god are there so many steps. before getting into the shower there are steps. during the shower there are steps. and once youve gotten out of the shower? guess what!!! more fucking steps!!!!!!!! UGHHHH

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We need to bring back children’s programming that focuses on reading. I’m so serious

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Ummmm sometimes you dread the weight of your life and other times it is an early morning in april and there are 5 species of birds singing and also the sun is shining through the baby leaves. Btw

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caring about things is cool being passionate is cool being earnest is cool being genuine is cool being compassionate is cool

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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happy ttpd release week to all those who celebrate

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So before The Tourtured Poets Department comes out on Friday, I wanted to write out my predictions of what each song is going to be about. This is just for fun, I have zero inside knowledge, I just like analyzing art.

Fortnight ft. Post Malone: a sad bop about the two weeks between her sending the breakup email and the world finding out about it

The Tortured Poets Department: we were a sad song, grey skies, we were so sad together all the time. We are tortured poets together, isn't that so romantic?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: he hurt me. Here's how. Get tissues, or maybe a pitchfork.

Down Bad: when we met, I was down bad. I fell in love with you and I was down, bad. We survived covid when the world was down bad. I had to leave and now I am down (in the depths) bad.

So Long, London: essentially, the breakup email. Her final goodbye to him as she's leaving

But Daddy I Love Him: Did I make the wrong choice? He made me feel terrible, but I still love him

Fresh Out The Slammer: I broke up with him! I'm free! I can do what I want! An angry bop.

Florida!!! feat. Florence Welch: the world knows we're done, and I am spinning in so many directions! I'm happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. Plus I'm back on stage and feeling... bejeweled???

Guilty as Sin?: Who is to blame for this mess? Him, with what he did? Or me, for ending it?

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? Self-hatred as a shiny pop song. Am I really so terrible to be with? Am I that hard to love?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): a short angry bop about rebounding and how that shook her back to reality and she regretted every moment of it.

loml: starting off with him as the Love of her Life and how that became the Loss of her Life.

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: Long Live 2.0. Tour and the fans are what kept me going through a new type of cruel summer.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: Anger. So much anger about all of it. How it ended, how he treated her. A seething ballad.

The Alchemy: time heals all wounds. I was sad, and now I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The world is opening up to me, and I see positive change wherever I go.

Clara Bow: I want to have the best of both worlds, but "all of my heroes die all alone", am I doomed to be a tortured poet forever?

And the bonus songs:

The Manuscript: what do you say to the man you've loved for 6 years, wrote songs with, made albums about when you want to break up with him?

The Bolter: To be clear, I'm the one who left him. This was my choice.

The Albatross: The pain of this relationship was weighing me down.

The Black Dog: I left, but I'm depressed. Everything I am/see/have is sick with sadness.

And a big thank you to @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes for the thoughtful discourse on her blog which inspired a lot of these thoughts.

#ttpd predictions #ttpd tracklist #ttpd theories #taylor swift #the tourtured poets department

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“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

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snoopy of the day

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing

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"The Big Dipper as it is today (left) and as it will look in 50,000 years." Dream of stars. 1940.

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