#taylor swift tolerate it

[aesplaylist]

tolerate it by taylor swift but make it a playlist

what would you do if i break free and leave us in ruins? 

believe me i could do it.

01. tolerate it - taylor swift; 02. don't wanna break up again - ariana grande; 03. mean it - gracie abrams; 04. expectations - lauren jauregui; 05. over breakfast - ellise; 06. 1 step forward, 3 steps back - olivia rodrigo; 07. watercolor eyes - lana del rey; 08. you're losing me - taylor swift; 09. you've changed - billie holiday; 10. july - noah cyrus; 11. pink in the night - mitski; 12. bad enough - kate stewart; 13. notice - little mix. ++more

feel free to suggest a song for this playlist or make a playlist request <3

[icouldbeaduck]

there is no bigger jumpscare than tolerate it going straight into ready for it

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate

requested here

[stillgotscars]

in honor of the 4-year anniversary of evermore, put your top 3 tracks in the tags

[criminalamnesia]

ok but price and simon could give such tolerate it vibes.

him with a younger partner. he finds your naivety and youth charming. you look up to him, and you can’t believe someone older and wiser is with you.

you met him when he was on leave, and things started getting serious after a few months, but then he was facing deployment again. so, with teary eyes and a broken heart, you watched him leave and promise you’ll write every day.

he chuckles and nods his head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair before slipping away.

you do write him everyday, and at first it’s endearing how worried you are. you don’t know what’s happening, and you’re so concerned— and he appreciates that. find it charming, even.

he comes home from that first deployment and you’re there, waiting with a battle hero’s welcome. streamers and balloons and a fucking cake you baked yourself on the dining room table of his flat. you, beaming brightly and clutching your hands together in glee, waiting by the door.

he laughs it off, tells you he appreciates it, but it was unnecessary. you tell him you think he deserves more.

time passes, and the charm of your naivety and doting loses its shine. you’re boasting to all your friends about your man, how amazing and strong and brave he is. and he tolerates it, laughs it off.

the next time he comes home from deployment, you’ve decorated your now shared flat. the whole nine yards because it’d been a longer deployment. his favorite meal, hot and fresh on the table. a bottle of his favorite liquor.

he can’t help but be annoyed. it was cute at first, and now he doesn’t understand it. he doesn’t care for the festivities— he’s done things no man should be proud of, yet here you are, celebrating him.

he doesn’t want to fight, so he tolerates it. puts on a smile, eats a few bites of dinner, and slips away for the evening. you frown but don’t question it.

soon it’s like you’re living with a shell of the man you loved. he’s quiet. gone a lot. barely affectionate. when the two of you talk, it usually ends in an argument. he won’t introduce you to any of his friends.

you still shower him with love, talk his ear off about plans and your day and whatnot, and he nods along absentmindedly.

your friends tell you he doesn’t deserve you. you’ve basically become a live-in housemaid that he occasionally fucks. you don’t believe it at first, but you come to realize it’s truth.

your love should be celebrated, not tolerated. you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them.

the next time he’s on deployment, you move out. pack all your shit into a u-haul and move in with a friend for the time being. leave a note stained with tears on the dining room table.

he gets home from deployment, expecting what’s become normal. you, waiting anxiously by the door, jumping into his arms as soon as he’s inside. the smell of dessert or his favorite dinner wafting from the kitchen. balloons and streamers and confetti.

the house is dark when he steps through the door.

part two here, part three (ending version 1) here, part three (ending version 2) here

[labyrinth]

I KNOW MY LOVE SHOULD BE CELEBRATED

[scuderia-hamilton]

oh nothing, just thinking about George Russell and how his story is equally as tragic as some other drivers’ but just as himself, sometimes it goes unnoticed…

thinking about little teenager George sitting in his father’s car, listening to the verbal abuse and frustration hurling at him after a bad result. head down, quiet and stern, swearing to be better, to be good enough next time.

thinking about George, just 16 years of age, showing up to a meeting with Toto Wolff and the Mercedes executives, all alone, nervous, hands sweaty, with nothing but determination and a Power Point presentation, trying to convince them, to make them see that he's good enough.

thinking about George, now a Mercedes junior driver, back-to-back F3 and F2 champion, at that time only the second driver to ever achieve something like that, Formula 1 bound, Mercedes' future and next big thing.

thinking about George, hopeful and wanting to prove himself, being promised the Mercedes seat by Toto and then getting the Williams seat instead and even that, just barely. bitter and left thinking, maybe if he had done better...

thinking about George, now in F1, but not where he was promised to be, nonetheless, relentlessly trying his best, still trying to prove himself, while watching his peers in top teams achieve their dreams, the same dreams he had as well.

thinking about George, finally getting a chance to prove himself in a Mercedes, something he's fought for his entire life, ending up P9, disappointed and powerless, thinking, yet again that he wasn't good enough.

thinking about George, getting the second Mercedes seat, after years of fighting and proving his worth to Toto and to everyone else around him, finally feeling like he was good enough.

thinking about George, now a Mercedes driver, although always the second best, but it's okay, because he's racing alongside the very best, he's teammates with the best driver in the history of Formula 1 and he understands.

thinking about George, ambitious, calculated and relentless, now a race winner, making a name for himself, fighting against the very best in the world, he is one the very best in the world; he's. finally. good. enough.

thinking about George, his teammate set to depart from the team at the end of the season, finally getting the opportunity to step up as a leader, but still being questioned if he's ready, if he's good enough by the media and by his own team principal.

thinking about George, now the driver with the most experience in the team, ready to lead, to be the driver that scared, but somehow confident 16 year old kid promised he could be, giving it his all for the team he always wanted to be a part of.

thinking about George, now a multiple race winner, experienced and widely respected, suddenly alongside a kid, just barely 18 years of age, nurtured, supported and admired by Toto Wolff himself, getting the treatment he never got, but always yearned for, despite all his hard work and dedication.

thinking about George Russell, an incredibly talented driver, driven, scarily intelligent and cunning, on and off track, just wanting to be acknowledged by the one person he looked up to, by the team he fought to be in, watching them prepare their future number one driver, while he's still in the team. is he really that easily replaceable?

thinking about George Russell, consistently performing, fighting for podiums, almost P3 in the world championship standings, seen as one of the best drivers on the grid, but somehow still not being good enough in the eyes of the people that matter the most to him.

[linusbenjamin]

House S5.E17 "The Social Contract"

[lindsayerins]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR TOLERATE IT

[tolerateit]

Editing Prompt Of The Month -> Favorite Live Performance | Tolerate It at The Eras Tour

[itwaslegendary]

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

Taylor Swift — The Eras Tour Film

[lyricsbyts]

tolerate it — t.s

[stillgotscars]

so glad i was born with the fresh out the slammer enjoyer gene

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

The performance of “tolerate it” on the Eras Tour is honestly one of the best things Taylor has ever done.

[reputayswift]

"Without the burden of me"...did you mean it?

▸ Tolerate It // Taylor Swift

[labyrinth]

TOLERATE IT