ishikarathod

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At the end of the day, all she has is the moon, books and her unfinished poetries on paper...

~ms.anonymous

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i don't smoke for the obvious reasons of not wanting to develop an addiction to nicotine but god do i so often feel the emotion 'i need a cigarette'.

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Miss you, darling. Miss you so much. I hurt you so much when I was hurting, and it was the same from you to me. I hope you're doing well and I hope you don't ever get near me. I'm sorry for resenting you

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a very tingling pinch on a cheek kinda reminder this is, especially moving on from someone, thank you for this pinch my favorite, needed it smm! 🫶🏻

Some of you gotta learn you can’t love someone into loving you, and you can’t give more to make up for what they don’t give you

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The act of loving charges my ability to love, so no it’s never a waste, and yes my love will always come back to me

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Critiques of Taylor Swift in 2024 are literally just like oh noooo she does her job too much!! oh noooo too many people like her!!! Oh nooooo she works too hard!!! Oh noooo she was a little too honest in her music!! OH NOOOOOO

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you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?

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You’re the pink in my cheeks and I’m scared that it means I’m a little bit soft

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the April's summer is hitting y'all! stock your watermelons and mint leaves and make that icy juice! grab your favorite ice-creams whenever you want to! chug gallons of water down your throat for your own good! take that ice bath and soak in it for an eternity! or go to the beach and swim like a mermaid! wear those flowy dresses you kept aside for the summers! take out those cute flats and wear em! DO NOT FORGET SUNSCREEN!!! hydrate yourself and your skin from out and within! the summer's calling for us to live ourselves more!!! give yourself a good treat in this scorching heat my loveliesss!

alsoooooo, please keep a tub or bowl of cool water in your windows or balconies for the little birdie community <3

#myfirstbloghadtobeabouthydrationandlovelol

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Taylor Swift and Flowers

‘Taylor Swift’

Should’ve Said No: It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything is gone

Our Song: I almost didn’t notice all the roses and the note that said…

'Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’

(no flowers)

'Speak Now’

Back To December: You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Superman: Right here wishing the flowers were from you, wishing the card was from you, wishing the call was from you

'Red (Taylor’s Version)’

The Lucky One: They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere, chose the Rose Garden over Madison Square

Ronan: Flowers pile up in the worst way, no one know what to say

'1989’

Blank Space: Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second-guessing like, “Oh my god, who is she?”

Clean: The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst

'reputation’

Don’t Blame Me: I once was poison ivy but now I’m your daisy

Call It What You Want: All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm

'Lover’

Miss Americana And the Heartbreak Prince: Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

'folklore’

The Lakes: I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

The Lakes: A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it

'evermore’

Ivy: Clover blooms in the fields, spring breaks loose, the time is near

'Midnights’

Maroon: Carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I picked the petals, he loves me not

The Great War: My knuckles were bruised like violets

The Great War: All that bloodshed, crimson clover, uh huh

The Great War: We can plant a memory garden, say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

The Great War: There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair

The Great War: And we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover, uh huh

Other Songs written by Taylor

Christmas Tree Farm: Sweet dreams of holly and ribbon, mistakes are forgiven

Official Alternate Releases

(no flowers)

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I’m VERY excited to show you the back cover of Speak Now (my version) including the vault tracks and collaborations with Hayley Williams from Paramore and Fall Out Boy. Since Speak Now was all about my songwriting, I decided to go to the artists who I feel influenced me most powerfully as a lyricist at that time and ask them to sing on the album. They’re so cool and generous for agreeing to support my version of Speak Now. I recorded this album when I was 32 (and still growing up, now) and can’t wait to unveil it all to you on July 7th http://store.taylorswift.com

PC: Beth Garrabrant

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Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.

And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.

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July 21/March 22

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this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life

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Nothing triggers bloodlust in me like men laughing with one another while insulting you

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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire