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oh someone at the guardian has lost the will to live
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The taylor swift song that I started relating to (recently)
(But the context is: friendship breakup)
How did it end?
When the bridge says:
")Say it once again with feeling
How the death rattle breathing
Silenced as the soul was leaving
The deflation of our dreaming
Leaving me bereft and reeling
My beloved ghost and me
Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G"
It really struck a nerve in that context for me because:
"Say that you don't care about me", but this time with feeling because you were so bland when saying it for the first time that it almost diminishes our entire friendship.
How the rattles of the death nearing (aka this song) is now breathing around me, how can something so beautiful is now hearing the jingles of death?
Silenced as the soul was leaving- this line is what stays with me the most, this means that even after everything I was not able to put forth my pov and my opnion. I was shunned and was not given the time of the day
"Leaving me bereft and reeling" (bereft: means lacking something) which is such clever wordplay, because yes now I am deprived of a friend, a good one at that and would have reel from that loss.
"My beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree - DYING" such a detailed imagery painted here, this entire line is picked from a nursery rhyme but the line, 'my beloved ghost and me" for me this means, I am left alone with my ghost and just can't help but watch as one of the most amazing things that happened to me, break into a million peices and just shatters. (From a tree: as the medium from which I would spectate this acid just spreading)
"D Y I N G"
Obviously indicating that it eventually died.
This entire song, when viewed from my lens just changes the entire meaning of the song altogther. The truth is: I don't wanna sit on a tree and spectate.
I want to care, it just that they don't.
#the tortured poets department#taylorswift#aesthetic#aesthetically#aestheticmoodboard#taylor swift#how did it end?#no friends#poem#tw eye imagery
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Imagine preferring a convicted felon over a woman. Imagine choosing that felon for president over a woman. Imagine choosing the convicted village idiot over a qualified woman.
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Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?
We accept the love we think we deserve
-Perks of being a wallflower 🌷
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In this world of rapid moving lives, I think I have lost what it feels like to stop and rest in the arms of my comfort again.
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You're magic, never apologize for the fire in you
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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
I haven't been active, I would although love to be tho.
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I don't advocate violence, but EVERY SINGLE employee still at Twitter has an opportunity to do the funniest thing in history this March 15.
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having a crush as an adult is so embarrassing, like why am I kicking my feet and giggling instead of earning enough money to get the green sofa of my dreams
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THE ERAS TOUR IS COMING
debut stans grab your cowboy boots!
fearless stans grab your sparkly guitar!
speak now stans grab your princess dresses!
red stans grab your cat ears!
1989 stans grab your polaroid camera!
reputation stans grab your giant inflatable snake!
lover stans grab your pubwe!
folklore stans grab your cardigan!
evermore stans grab your hair pins!
midnights stans grab your clocks!
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y’all ever think about how joe just touched taylor’s hand and she was like “okay im never going to love anyone else”
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