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happiwithaneye · 2 years
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TLDR: everything is bad but also things are fine.
Everything in my life feels like it's just... bad. Like yes I'm depressed and all but like...
Last year my grandma died at 4 AM on the first day of my new job teaching. I was at work at 7:30, teaching kids by 8:30. I did that all year. It was the hardest year of my life. I didn't go home for her last Christmas and I'm going to regret it forever.
My mom was in and out of the hospital for the whole year. Last May, she went into the hospital and didn't get out until September. I left the amazing district and incredible school I was teaching at to move two states over and take care of my mom.
She had so many surgeries and procedures and who knows what during the 3+ months she was in the hospital. Her hand became necrotic and needed two surgeries. It's almost healed, 5 months later. She had an emergency open heart surgery because the doctor fucked her central line insertion and no one took an x-ray for 2 fucking days. She was bleeding into her chest for 2. Fucking. Days. But no lawyer will take the malpractice lawsuit because there isn't enough money in it for them.
I moved into my dead grandma's house. On the anniversary of her death. She had one of those marble bed frames that cannot be moved so now my husband and I literally sleep on the bed she literally died in. Also no one dealt with her earthly belongings so that's our job.
I thought I could come down here and substitute teach on days I wasn't helping my dad and brother take care of my mom. I've spent 6 days a week here, usually 8-10 hours a day. I can't find a job to pay for anything and I'm just falling further and further into credit card debt but what choice do I have? I'm taking care of my mom.
She doesn't know where she is half the time. She yells constantly. She doesn't sleep. She fights her physical and occupational therapists but then gets mad that she can't walk on her own. She won't eat then yells that she's hungry.
You know how you joke about which sibling will be wiping you parent's ass when they get old? The joke isn't funny when you're only 30 and you feel like your life isn't yours any more and you're literally cleaning shit off your hands. I'm the emotional catch all for my dad and my brother and I turn all my frustration on my husband who does not deserve it. And he loves me and feeds me and takes care of our pets.
But I have somewhere to live. I have a husband who supports me without reservation. I (mostly) have my own health. That's enough, right?
Anyway, I've been listening to #Midnights and @taylorswift has been helping me feel like the world isn't complete shit.
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I’m not judging people who listen to the leaks but I will say that I don’t understand the appeal of listening before the official release bc for me the fun of it all is hearing the album for the first time all together and getting online and seeing everyone’s immediate reactions and knowing we’re all experiencing this rush of excitement together no matter where we are in the world. It just feels lonely to listen alone ahead of time.
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comradekarin · 1 year
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taylor swift fans constantly setting that woman up by comparing her to black artists and saying she’s better than them is super funny,, like they very seriously think that she is leagues above BEYONCÉ or MJ as if swift’s whight mediocrity isn’t the root cause,,,, but here’s the kicker… let you say that Beyonce is the better singer, or dancer, or has better production, or more of a cultural impact… “oh, let’s not compare two queens who are killing it in the game” shut the fuck up- white feminism is a disease. this is my spirit when y’all fr bring up that whight woman:
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detentiontrack · 26 days
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I’m going to hold your hand when I say this. I’m so sorry. But the calamity trio are 13 year old catholic adjacent middle school girls. At least one of them is a swiftie.
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petrovna-zamo · 3 months
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The Trixie Mattelification of Taylor Swift
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thegreatimpersonator · 5 months
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i'm having feelings about the way mental health has been discussed in this album and tbh none of them are good... as someone who was drawn to taylor's lyricism when i first started listening to her i'm only enjoying this album because i like the music production lol i'm straight up ignoring so many lyrics. not that there aren't any good ones it's just that so many of them are making me feel icky. idk i know it's meant to be raw or whatever but so many lyrics sound so unkind when it comes to dealing with mental health issues specifically. what do you think about it, especially since you're majoring in psychology?
This is such an interesting point, because I've been having several thoughts about the way mental health is being discussed in the fandom rn. Right from swifties giggling at the that one interview where she says "I don't need therapy. I'm sane." (as if therapy is only for someone "insane", whatever that is) and joking about the psych ward, taking the asylum and functional alcoholic lyrics in light and lowkey making fun of someone's addiction is just....disgusting? I think taylor tried to be earnest in her portrayal of her struggles but it's getting lost in translation for me, because some of the lyrics seemed to not only imply that her partner's struggles with depression or addiction were a reason for the relationship to fall apart (which is fine, that happens and is an extremely difficult process for both partners) but also point out how it's their fault for not being able to get over those struggles? I keep reiterating that I still haven't played the album in its entirety so it's possible I'm missing a few facts, but there is a very fine line between expressing your mental health issues through art in a way that is cathartic and important to the artist + inspiring to their audience and cherry picking imagery that you find the most "aesthetic" for your art with little concern over how those who actually experience these issues may perceive it + its actual public reception
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slaykovsky · 1 year
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at least he’s good at hockey (?)
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tinydragondice · 1 year
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So there’s a Taylor Swift album drop at the end of the month, which of course means my wife and I have designed a 1989 album dice collection!
New Romantics
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Out of the woods
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Style
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Blank Space
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Bad Blood
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Wonderland
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Shake it off
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Wildest Dreams
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There are also a few matching trays, and some d20-only full album sets!
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Dice will go live October 29 at 5pm EST on my site.
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Cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color Ive searched for since
- Question…?, Midnights, Taylor Swift
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alsoknownasallison · 5 months
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me: "oh yeah I like some of taylor swift's music! :)"
yall: "OMG YOURE SO STUPID AND ACTUALLY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ART YOURE SO EMBARRASSING YOU LISTEN TO BAD MUSIC! CRINGE! BASIC! ALL OF HER MUSIC IS BAD AND I WOULD KNOW!!!! I HAVE THE POWER TO DECIDE WHAT ART IS OBJECTIVELY GOOD AND WHAT I SAY GOES!!! DONT YOU KNOW YOUR VALUE AND WORTH IS ONLY MEASURED BY HOW COOL AND UNIQUE YOU ARE WHICH YOU ARENT BUT I AM SOOOOOO COOL AND UNIQUE YOURE THE PROBLEM NOT ME!!!!!!!!"
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caravalsreveriekey · 2 months
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chappell
someone said chappell roan is taylor swift for the lesbians and I can’t unsee it.
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chaosfairy18 · 5 months
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Three little words pt. 3
5+1-esque thing with Bumswiftery, this time Swifty/Bumlets
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It was loud in the lodge this night. Kloppman wouldn’t be in tonight and had left the keys with Bumlets – he’d said he wouldn’t trust the others to run off with it – meaning there were no people around to complain about the noise or that they were staying up later than they should. Bumlets had, as promised, locked the doors – the only one that had gotten in five minutes after was Race but only because he’d had to run all the way from Brooklyn, and it had been raining cats and dogs – but he had never said that he would keep the others in bed early. Not like he would have succeeded anyways.
The others were well distracted by poker games and marbles, Bumlets and Swifty a bit to the side in a little nook that was difficult to look into. They had first gone in there to avoid getting roped into any games about money but had found it a nice spot to hold hands undetected. They weren’t sure who in the lodge knew, if anything most probably ignored any signs to keep being oblivious, but they still didn’t want to be too obvious about it.
While Bumlets was sitting on a desk, feet swinging slowly under him, Swifty leant against the wall close to it, their joined hands hanging between them as they talked. What they were doing was still pretty new, but… they had found they liked it, no more of the uncertainty of what those feelings could be or if they ever could be reciprocated, just stolen sweet secret moments like this. They liked the others, of course, but getting to spend their time with just the two of them was sometimes even better.
“You really don’t want to play against Race to see who of you can cheat more money out of the others?”, asked Bumlets after a while, squeezing Swifty’s hand.
He shook his head, raising their joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “No, I’d rather stay here with you. And I earned more than enough today.”
Knowing him as well as he did, Bumlets knew that didn’t just mean profits from selling. “You know, I’d love you even more if you didn’t make me worry about you getting sent to the refuge for stealing all the time.” He only noticed after he said it that he’d basically just told Swifty he loved him – which was true, he just hadn’t been sure if the other was okay with it.
But he just grinned, tugging Bumlets a bit closer. “And I would love you even more if you didn’t berate me about stealing every two seconds.”
“It’s illegal.”
“So’s this.”
Bumlets looked to the ground, mood now more sombre than before. “I know. It could get us to the refuge just as easily. But I still worry, Vince.”
Swifty kissed his cheek and murmured, even quieter than their conversation up until now: “There’s no one I’d rather be illegal with.”
They didn’t go back to the others, just went upstairs when they felt tired, giving each other a good night kiss and then going to their bunks.
It wasn’t always easy, but at least they had each other.
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the reputation polaroids
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swift13s · 4 months
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Crying rn 😢 ):
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lunar-years · 1 year
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saw this discourse on ig and it was really mixed. please join in. i know what id prefer but im curious what all of you think
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