#am i stupid? am i missing a lyric or misinterpreting a line?

[synthshenanigans]

Ik Heart literal wise is the actual heart but like what would Mind be? Cos im thinkin it about it an since Heart & Mind are stated to be the halves of the brain, he cant be the brain then?

[ileftherbackhome]

.... truly the pissing on the poor website. let's try some reading comp shall we?

1. who is op talking about? is it me?

2. why is op talking about romanticization of the past? what could op be responding to that would make her argue this point in particular?

3. does op sound like she is talking about people who just "dont like the lyric" and think "its stupid" or "unnecessary"?

4. why do i find it necessary to insert myself into a conversation that i missing context for?

5. is op addressing "most" of the criticism against the line or is op responding to a specific argument a specific tumblr user who is not me made to op?

6. why do i feel the need to tell op that she is misinterpreting "most" of the criticism when i have no idea what posts op has seen going around tumblr or what arguments op has seen people making to justify hating on a woman by straight lying about what the song says?

after you do some soul searching and answer those questions, then u can think about these.

7. is it really stupid of a professional songwriter to include a verse about historical nostalgia on a song where they are dissociating from their present life because of severe mental illness? do i understand that historical nostalgia is a studied scientific phenomenon that is more likely to occur when the person is unhappy with their present?

8. why am i making such a big deal about a lyric that clearly resonates with so many people when i claim to not care about taylor swift? why do i spend my time talking about how much i find her lyricism cringey when i am aware that millions of people disagree with me? what joy do i get out of loudly and publically whining about how "i just dont understand" how this "shitty" "white woman" could be so successful with her "shitty" and "unnecessary" lyrics?

9. what do i think im going to accomplish with this loud bitching and moaning about how shitty taylor swift is at writing music in my biased opinion? why is it important for me to accomplish that?

besides that, it literally doesnt change the fact that changing the word nostalgia doesn't get rid of the lyrics "if id been there, id hate it" like where exactly is the romanticization of the 1830s that yall were complaining on that post. where is she saying she wants to live in the 1830s. it doesnt change the fact that you can still tell that taylor is not advocating to live in the 1830s or even that you should romanticize the past, in fact, she explicitly says not to do so because you'd hate it if you were there due to all the RACISM AND SEXISM like she puts it in the fucking verse ur complaining about immediately one right after the other so it doesn't change the fact that yall are still LYING to justify your HATRED of a WOMAN which is the definition of fucking sexism u losers.

[bts-love-sweat-tears]

BTS Friends to Dating, Hyung Line

A/N: I was thinking about this all day as an escape from my actual responsibilities. I am nothing if not an expert procrastinator! Luckily I was able to be (somewhat) responsible and resist until now. Anyway, without further ado, a BTS “Friends to Lovers” imagine. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

A/N 2: “The Seven” is on hiatus until I can plan it better. I dove in head first without outlining the story, which was stupid of me. Next Tuesday will be “Friends to Lovers, Maknae line” and then followed by a sequel to “Third Base,” since people have expressed interest in it.

Dilemma: Does Hobi go with the hyung line or maknae line? I realize he was born the same year as Namjoon, but he acts younger. For some reason, I just envision him in my head as a part of the maknae line.

Listening to: Frank Sinatra (thanks, Tae) & Run The Jewels. Not a strange combo at all.

Seokjin (I feel like he would be really open and honest about his intentions, which inspired the following). Me to myself: Intentions? Is this the 1800s?)

As foodies, you and Seokjin had bonded early and easily, hitting it off at a private cooking class at the house of your mutual friend.  Even though you both had crazy schedules, you tried to meet up at your favorite cafe at least twice a month to catch up, hang out and just generally nerd out. Today, though he was being uncharacteristically reserved, and you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong. He was usually so drama-free, so you weren’t sure how to react. You had been just rambling more and more to fill the awkward silences, when he cut you off uncharacteristically.

“Go to dinner with me?”

You laughed. “Jin, of course! I’m always saying we need to hang out more. Not to mention, our ‘must-visit’ restaurant list is growing to scroll-like proportions. Our other friends will think that we’re posers if we don’t have some new restaurants to brag about.”

He smiled briefly, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and his shoulders were still tense. Had your comment about being a poser offended him, somehow?

“No, Y/N, I mean, I want to take you out properly, on an actual date, with the possibility of more dates after.”

You were happy, but stunned. You would have never expected that this gorgeous, smart, accomplished man would want something more than friendship with you. You’d felt something that you’d tried to suppress since you first met at the cooking class, so you couldn’t believe he felt the same.

“I mean, I’m worldwide handsome! And I can cook! You’d have to be crazy to not want to date me,” he joked, snapping you out of you thoughts. You beamed back, and nodded excitedly, practically bouncing.  He smiled, and hugged you across the table, almost spilling your drinks, but also not caring.

Yoongi (I feel like he would act the same, no matter what. You’d have to be a Sherlock level sleuth to figure it out. He’d take care of you in tiny ways that you’d have to be on the lookout for). 

Hands full of grocery bags, you kicked open the door to your apartment, unsurprised to find your best friend Yoongi looking like a statue on your couch. While he loved his members, living with the other six was not the quietest, so he would come to your place to get away from it all. You had met when he had been a guest judge on Unpretty Rapstar, and immediately bonded over your love of 90s hip-hop. The raw emotion that the rappers expressed captured something real that neither of you could fully express. You knew that both of you were running the risk of being caught, hanging out together so much, but Yoongi never seemed to mention it, so you didn’t either.

Hearing you, he opened one eye, and smiled his lazy smile. “Thought you were maybe dead in a ditch somewhere, you were gone so long.”

“Wow, thanks for the concern. You should at least pretend to care, you couch-hog. If I died, you would no longer have your getaway,” you said, head in the fridge as you rummaged to make space.

When you stood up, he was directly on the other side of the fridge door. You jumped reflexively and he smirked.

“I would be very sad. For a little-until I inherited your collection of records and tapes.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and turned back to the counter, where you saw…nothing. Yoongi had already put the rest of the stuff away while you had been stocking the fridge. He was really here too much if he knew where everything went without asking.

He went back to the couch, plopped back down, and resumed his original posture.

“How was your day?” He asked, eyes closed.

“Busy,” you sighed. “I’m mastering that collaboration album, but the tracks are still missing something. I feel like I’m going crazy.” You looked at him, eyes still closed, but the crease between his eyebrows told you he was listening. “Ya know, I’d be better if I could actually lay on my couch, though.”

His eyes opened at that, and he stared directly at you. “So lay on your couch. No one’s stopping you.”

“Um, except for the person who happens to be occupying it.”

“Did I say you couldn’t join me?” He shot back.

Was he challenging you? If he thought you would back down in your own damn apartment, he was sorely mistaken. You paused for only a fraction of a second before throwing caution to the wind. You jumped onto the couch, barely avoiding body-slamming him, and only because he moved a couple of inches so you could be between him and the back of the couch.  It was tight, but surprisingly warm and cozy. You felt safer than you had in ages.

Unless he was going to keep his arms straight at his side, he had no choice but to drape his hands over your waist. Instead of being awkward though, it felt natural. The exhaustion of the day hit you, and you dozed off lightly.

You woke up to him tracing small, repetitive patterns on your back, but you pretended to keep sleeping. You knew he would stop instantly if he knew you were awake.  Maybe someday, soon, you would be brave enough to tell him that for you, it wasn’t just friendship.

Namjoon (He would fluctuate between ultra-suave and ultra-awkward, and overthink everything. #relatable)

Your phone dinged, and you looked down to see a new message from Namjoon. He had been a “book club friend,” but based on how little he actually went to book club anymore, you guessed you could call him  just a “friend,” now.  You would have been down to hang out more in person, but your relationship was mostly digital because of his schedule. You did sometimes go over super late at night, when you would eat instant ramen and have deliriously in-depth conversations about the meaning of life. You always used to feel self-conscious after having these conversations, but you never felt judged with Namjoon. You would send each other interesting articles, funny memes, song recs and literally anything else via chat.

So you weren’t surprised when you saw that he had sent an audio clip. What you were surprised to hear was your voice (though digitally altered) on loop in the background, creating a  beat, and him rapping over it. When had he recorded you? You weren’t angry necessarily, just surprised and apprehensive. The lyrics were clearly based on a conversation the two of you had just had about the different types of love a person could experience. You had thought the two of you had been speaking hypothetically, but now you weren’t so sure. You didn’t want to be egotistical, but the whole composition seemed like a confession.

You wavered, about how to respond. What if you were completely misinterpreting it. You kept starting to type and deleting it, which turned out to be a bad call.

NJ: I can see you typing endlessly. Did you not like it? Y/N: It’s not that. It’s really good. When did you record me? Why didn’t you tell me? NJ: I didn’t think it was a big deal. I felt so inspired by our conversation, it felt wrong not to use it for music.

While you were debating how to respond, another message came through.

NJ: You know I like you, right? This song is my way of confessing, in case that wasn’t clear.

Your cheeks flushed. Though you were totally shocked and wanted to savor the moment, you knew you had to text him asap so he wouldn’t be left hanging and overreact. Three more messages had already come through.

NJ: I think it’s pretty clear, but I just wanted to say it since people can interpret the same words in different ways. NJ: The song won’t be published, so please don’t be upset that I recorded you! NJ: Y/N?!?!?!?!

For someone who had told Jimin he had “no jams,” Namjoon wasn’t being very chill himself.

Y/N: Take a deep breath <3…. Y/N: The song is great, and I’ve liked you since you first openly admitted to crying during that YA book our book club read.  I have….discerning….tastes, I know :P NJ: Why was I even in that damn book club? But I’m glad we met. <3 Fate is a funny thing.

With that, Namjoon moved on to discussing how fate worked, and whether we have free will. You smiled to yourself the whole time, and decided that you didn’t really care, as long as you got to be with him.  You texted him, changing the subject. Y/N: Does this mean I can be in your Kim Daily OOTD posts? If so, we’ll have the most aesthetic couple outfits to ever exist :D :D :D

Hoseok ( I feel like he would be the perfect charming gentleman, bringing flowers and responding to texts right away. Sometimes he would get really hyper though, which could be overwhelming. I also get the strongest “most likely to date a childhood friend” vibe from him.)

You swiped another glass of chardonnay from the drink table, before turning around directly into Hobi, your childhood friend. The Christmas party was in full swing, but you weren’t feeling very festive.  He smiled and rested his hand gently against your elbow.

He smiled, and you felt like the lights in the room got brighter. “Doing okay?”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. “ Yep. Getting tired of rehashing why I’m still single with my grandma and my aunt. They keep reminding me that when they were my age, they were married with kids.”

Hobi smiled and walked over to the couch with you, where the two of you sat down, side to side. Your knee bumped his, and your face felt strangely warm. How strong was this wine?

“Y/N-ah, times have changed! Don’t worry so much what they think! You’ve accomplished so much, have a rewarding job, a ton of friends, and provide for your parents. You literally have nothing to be ashamed of,” he said emphatically. “Plus, we never see each other anymore, so we need to make the most of the time we do have together!”

He beamed and nudged you again, and you face felt flushed.  “I think I need to step outside for some air,” you started to get up, but he was quicker, jumping up and dashing over to the closet where he pulled your jackets, and helped you put yours on, holding out the sleeves. Normally you would resent things like this, but you knew that Hoseok was just being considerate and would do the same for your 90 year-old halmoni.

The two of you were walking toward the door, when he stopped suddenly. You turned to see what was wrong, and were met with his lips colliding with your own. You looked at him in confusion, and he pointed up to the doorframe, which was adorned with a sprig of mistletoe.

He grinned sheepishly. “Honestly, I’ve been waiting for that moment all night. I won’t say I planned it, but let’s just say I was hoping you would want to go out at some point.”

The rest of the night was spent going in and out of the house, enjoying the warm lights and the cool stars outside. Every time you would pass through the door, the two of you would steal small kisses from the other, and you hoped that every Christmas from here on out would be this magical every year. With Hobi by your side, you didn’t doubt it.

[earlyback]

and our ages never bothered her from the very beginning. I was married, but that didn’t matter, either. the sort of thing that thinking about won’t change one bit.

there are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I'm not such a wondrful human being.

and our ages never bothered her from the very beginning. I was married, but that didn’t matter, either. She seemed to consider things like age and family and income to be of the same a priori order as shoe size and vocal pitch and the shape of one’s fingernails. the sort of thing that thinking about won’t change one bit. And that much said, well, she had a point

My flesh may have to be consumed, but my mind belongs to me. I'm keeping it for myself. I will not hand it over to anyone.

No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates, realized that I was going through life asleep.

“Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% perfect girl,' I tell someone. 'Yeah?' he says. 'Good-looking?' 'Not really.' 'Your favorite type, then?' 'I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts.' 'Strange.' 'Yeah, strange.' 'So anyhow,' he says, already bored, 'what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?' 'Nah. Just passed her on the street.' She's walking east to west, and I west to east. [...] How can I approach her? What should I say? 'Good morning, miss. do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?' Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman. 'Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?' No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that? Maybe the simple truth would do. 'Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me.' No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% perfect boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

there are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I'm not such a wondrful human being.

“No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.”

“You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.” 

“to the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys." Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”

“How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond. "How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks. "You were asleep, too?" "Until you began drooling on my shoulder.”

Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.” 

Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

04.26.21.06 am |  blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat.the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way.- missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. ** i miss talking with you.

04.26.21.06 am |  blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat.the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way.- missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. ** i miss talking with you.

clip upload : 21.26.14.13 pm **dedicated to both - witty, piquant, minded and exquisite woman in my life. **yes on t way - message on 01.12.12 ** at **** ***** .. taking u turn. message on 10.11.2012. | ** ok. take care. miss u. on 15.11.2009

04.26.21.06 am |  blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat.the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way.- missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. ** i miss talking with you.

clip upload : 21.36.26.14 pm **in memories to both - witty, piquant, minded and exquisite woman in my life. **yes on t way - message on 01.12.12 ** at **** ***** .. taking u turn. message on 10.11.2012. | ** ok. take care. miss u. on 15.11.2009

read lyrics here 

Destiny or coincidence

She was walking alone on the street Thinking "God, how complicated is everything about love"She asked herself what would have been the detail That certainly Cupid must have misinterpreted  He tossed and turned in bed like every other night Suddenly a romantic song played on the radio Perhaps it was Michael Bolton who hit a nerve And since he was missing his dream, he went looking for it The two were walking the same way And I'm not talking about the odd direction of their stepsHe looked at her, she answered with a sigh And the Universe conspired for their embrace.

04.26.21.06 am |  blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat.the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way.- missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. ** i miss talking with you.

clip upload : 21.59.26.14 pm **in memories to both - witty, piquant, minded and exquisite woman in my life. **yes on t way - message on 01.12.12 ** at **** ***** .. taking u turn. message on 10.11.2012. | ** ok. take care. miss u. on 15.11.2009

04.26.21.06 am |  blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat.the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way.- missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. ** i miss talking with you.

clip upload : 10.11.26.14 pm **in memories to no. 2 - witty, piquant, minded and exquisite woman in my life. **yes on t way - message on 01.12.12 ** at **** ***** .. taking u turn. message on 10.11.2012. | ** ok. take care. miss u. on 15.11.2009

04.26.21.06 am | a happy new day wishes - I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses. missing  you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love.

Sleep Sweet - love you.take care, miss u.

You - m i S S

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VW - SN - us being in fervent love.

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