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lmao if im this unstable after one (1) vault song i can't wait for taylor swift to personally enter my house and stab me with a physical copy of fearless (taylor's version) on april 9th
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It is 2008 all over again, Joe Biden is in the White House and Taylor Swift is singing country music
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mirrorball reminds me of “find out what you want, be that girl for a month” but it’s a matured realization. in blank space she’s writing satirically about how the media portrays her. in mirrorball she’s owning up. she says, i’ll show you yourself, i’ll reflect you, “i can change everything about me to fit in”, i’m not natural all i do is try. it’s so sad but honest and raw. and so fucking relatable. that desire to be loved by someone that you need like a drug so you become who you think they want you to be.
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betty + august + cardigan = the teenage love triangle
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concept playlists
remember to send in concepts, and make sure to follow the playlists I’ll be updating them in the future
its the year 1997 you’re a teen at the shopping center. you’re warm in your jean jacket. you end up in the video store after a long day of shopping ur deciding what vhs to take home. as you walk through the aisles of movies you can hear the radio playing on the store’s speakers.
its past midnight you’re on the train and you’re heading home after a concert. you sit down with your head against the window. you’re still buzzed with energy from the show yet you can feel the tiredness coming over you. you pop ur headphones in and stare out the window as thought after thought crosses your mind
you’re in the midst of a hard time. you’re plagued with stressful thoughts that you keep choosing to ignore. you have the strongest urge to change everything about yourself. you want something new. you’re home alone and you decide what you need is a change. you cut your hair. you get out hair dye. maybe this is what will comfort you for now.
the few minutes right before you drift off to sleep. your thoughts are filled with the person you are infatuated with. plagued with scenarios you daydream about all day. you lay there and think about what holding their hand would be like. what it would be like to be loved by them. although it may never happen this is enough for now. you listen to music as you fall asleep to the thought of them
you’re a kid in the 2010s. you’re outside playing in the backyard. you sit on the chalk stained pavement and you can hear the radio playing from inside. you distractedly sing along to the songs as you enjoy the warm summer air and a orange creamsicle. you think about the shows you’ll watch on the tv later. you’re a child with no complete worries. these are the songs that’ll bring you nostalgia later in life.
music recommendations:
here is the music I listened to in september.
this is the music i’ve been listening to in october.
this is my november playlist with music I’ve been listening to lately and any future music I listen to will be added
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To Catherine
Hi there. It’s been a while i know. I miss you so much, and i hope you’re happy wherever you are. You were so strong and i looked up to you so much. I don’t think you realized how much you meant to me. You taught me about makeup and boys. You’re the reason i joined band and why i like coffee so much now. Without you i wouldn’t know how eyeshadow worked and what a crease was. I wouldn’t have someone to show me how to keep my head up through everything and i wouldn’t have had someone to encourage me to sing. You taught me that boys weren’t scary and that church wasn’t always an exclusive place. You were so beautiful, inside and out. When i checked my phone and saw that peace out i thought nothing of it. Now that picture haunts me sometimes. It’s been years, I’m a senior now. I’m on the bus on the way from my last first game of my high school career and i have never been more painfully aware that I’m here because of you. I love you and hope you are continuing to shine wherever you are. You were an angel on earth and i miss you all the time. Goodnight
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People I love
The people i love don’t just leave me most of the time and i am not a hapless victim. But things ending takes two people. If any of my relationships that exploded had just taken time to speak in person and worked it out I’d be much happier and filled with love. I tell myself i want closure but truly i want reconciliation. It doesn’t matter how much they hurt me or how much i fucked them over, i miss each and every single person who is gone. Sometimes i say i don’t want to lose them and my head tells me sweetie you know they’re already gone. Long gone. I wish i was more mature i wish they were more understanding i wish patience had been exercised and i wish we had all remembered the love over the mistakes. But we didn’t. They didn’t, i didn’t, and wishing is futile. They’re done with me and i should be done with them. I’m not. I’ll never be. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that they’re gone and i need to learn to live in a reality where they aren’t there. It’s hard sometimes, who am i kidding it’s hard all of the time but I’ll be ok. They’re already ok and I’ll get there eventually. I hope they’re happy. I wish i knew that they were.
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THE HOLY TRINITY OF GOOD FUCKING COMEDY
- starkid
- john mulaney
- brooklyn 99
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Not your fairy tale
You know you want to be the princess. You want to be the damsel in distress, just absently thinking about the tragedies that have befallen you so suddenly. Content to while away your days submersed in self pity and that oblivious kind of sadness that is comforting in its exclusionary nature. “Why do bad things always happen to me?!?” You whine as tears fall down your cheeks. Why do bad things happen to you? Maybe you deserved them. Did you ever think that you were the wrong kind of princess? Maybe you’re just the spoiled brat that people only put up with because she seems sweet to begin with. No one falls in love with you because you don’t deserve the love they have. People leave because you push them away with your sociopathic tendencies and the idea that you should have everyone’s attention at all times. You’ve exciled the real royalty and there you stand in their place. A faulty princess wearing a crown of regrets and sitting on a throne of loneliness. The gate to keep enemies out has been to keep you in all along. Everything has been a lie. You’ve been the villain since the prologue, and now you are alone with that knowledge and the most desperate plea to anything out there that it doesn’t eat you alive. It’s eating you alive.
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and i thought that it would kill me, but it didn't
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Lol
All of the things i said are 100% true but my period just started and some part of my brain just was like “you absolute dumb whore of course you’re so unstable.” Cause honestly damn everything makes sense now
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Crying in class
I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be alive honestly but the point right now is that I’d rather be anywhere than in school. I’m going to throw up and i need my mom to call me out but she has better things to do. She has a job and another child and I’m on the back burner because whatever’s wrong with me is surely “Just cramps,” or “eating badly.” I’m exhausted, i have to delete my tumblr and I’ve been going to guidance three times a week because it feels like pieces of myself and my life are just coming loose and by the end of the month or year I’m going to be nothing. This is a ramble but I’m just tired, i miss having a dad, i miss so so so many things. I just want to go home, to stop remembering how broken my family is and how broken i am. But she’s on a phone call. I can go to the nurse but I’m pretty sure she can’t give me Prozac so i think I’m just going to leave and keep driving till my car runs out of gas and then I’ll be gone.
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