NO BUT WAIT
Bc "Peter" really is about Peter and Cordie and I am not okay
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thinking about her (track 5 on the tortured poet’s department)
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sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)
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thinking of the alchemy and taylor using the word blokes to show that joe and matty were the ones on the bench and she has travis now. her use of a british slang word in a song full of american football imagery is so clever bc it's telling us that she's over the british men, they're not relevant to her life anymore so they're benched which brings it back to football. also the heroin/e line shows travis joking about her previous relationship with matty as she says several times that he chose drugs over her, while travis is choosing her and making her the heroine of their love story and reassuring her that he knows what her fears are going into it, and that he's not like that at all
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“One less temptress. One less dagger to sharpen” makes me think she was just constantly on edge and questioning his actions and relationships with other women and feeling like she had something to point to in case she got hurt.
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the last song on midnights is “Dear Reader”
the first song we inow the name of on The Tortured Poets Department is “The Manuscript”
do with that what you will
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so this is my secret little dream. that despite people having differing opinions, people being cruel and nasty about yours, people sending anon hate and open hate, despite knowing that we live in a world where taylor is treated more as a consumer product than a person sometimes... i hope that you can find a way to enjoy this piece of art that she's putting out into the world for us in 2 weeks. she wants to tell us a story, and it's an honor to be her audience. try and focus on the positive and your love for her music and her art rather than the other crap crowding your social media. let yourself live and enjoy it. i know it's not that simple and black and white most of the time, but do what you can to be gentle with yourself and remember to log off when you need to as well.
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Cosmically brought together,
Impossible to doubt, to overlook,
Especially as we become more
And more
Connected.
But for what purpose?
Both desperate to be understood somewhere,
By someone somewhere,
And from day one
I have seen you.
As clearly as you have seen me.
But something larger,
More than a single star,
Has been guiding us along.
Set aside the signs that this was fate,
We are growing ever closer,
Ever more tangled.
Two days ago, I told you I was going to be sick,
How I was in the midst of a break down -
Almost immediately you said,
"I'm ill, I'm mentally a mess, the emotions have purged themselves out of me."
Coincidence.
But I will tell you what isn't -
Last night.
How did we both experience the same
Discomfort?
Thrashing sleep for two hours at a time,
Vivid dreams, reduced to no more than a flash,
Awaking drenched in sweat, hair a mess,
Slipping back into another two hour vision.
You say this was the first time this has happened,
For me, this is a normal occurrence.
What tells me we were written
Into constellations far beyond our perception -
Is how I dreamt of you
As you dreamt of me,
Both in stormy weather,
Both intimately touching feet.
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