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its getting close to my annual watch of call me by your name and this is NOT a safe space for it's haters.

if you don't know what it is, it's about a boy named elio, whose father's friend, oliver, comes to live with them in italy, and they fall in love despite the age gap. there's a bunch of sexual scenes and strange additions in there that i feel people take out of context or just don't understand the meaning of. and if you aren't a poet, just say so 😋

"the peach scene—" was a metaphor for sexuality and elio realizing and exploring himself.

"oh but it was badly written, like straight people trying to make a gay movie—" the movie wasn't about the romance. this is how i can tell you've never picked up a pen or pencil to save your life. the whole plot wasn't about the age gap, or the sex, or even the romance. sure, that was what most of the movie was made up of, but in the end, it was elio realizing he got literally groomed by oliver, hence the fireplace scene, where he sat and stared at the fire for the last 15 minutes.

this movie/book advocated for those who have been groomed. oliver made elio believe he loved him, and easily left and married a woman like he never did. it was a story about grooming through the victim's eyes, and it was portrayed so subtly and simply, that to this day, people still question the actual motive behind it, or haven't realized yet. the author/producer wrote the ending in such a way that made the watcher/reader believe oliver truly loved him and this wasn't just some toxic relationship, but a love story.

yes, go watch call me your name.

(i do not support the author btw 💀)

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PICK YOUR POISON BABE. IM POISON EITHER WYAYSYSYEYYAYE. whether im gonna be your wife or. gonna smash up your bike i. *DUN DUN*. haven't decided yet. BUT IM GONNA GEEEEET YOOOOU BACK. WHETHER IM GONNA CURSE YOU OUT OR,,, TAKE YOU BACK TO MY HOUSE IIII HAVENT DECIDED YET... BUT IM GONNA GEEEEET YOOOU BACKK II IIIIII HEAR THE WHISPERS IN YOUR EEEYYEEE EEYYEEE EYYYYYES I'LL MAKE U WANNA THINK TWICE YOU'LL FIIIIND THAT YOU WERE NEVER NOT MINE... YOURE MIIIIIINEEE

im most cuntiest when screaming this song

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taylor swift making me develop a crush on post malone was NOT in my 2024 bucketlist (im not complaining)

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taylor swift really carrying me through the mental breakdowns with this album and im here for it

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“It’s a double album. 15 new songs.”

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It’s 2am. ✌️🕑

Now that you’re a member of THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, you may access 15 additional files from the Chairman. THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: The Anthology is out now! 🤍

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AND YOU SAY I ABANDONED THE SHIP, BUT I WAS GOING DOWN WITH IT. MY WHITE-KNUCKLE DYING GRIP... HOLDING TIGHT TO YOUR QUIET RESENTMENT, AND MY FRIENDS SAID IT WASN'T RIGHT TO BE SCARED. EVERY DAY OF A LOVE AFFAIR. EVERY BREATH FEELS LIKE RAREST AIR, WHEN YOU'RE NOT. SURE. IF. HE. WANTS. TO. BE. THERE.

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DRABBLE:

flowers ( sam monroe )

enjoy! (i hate this)

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love with sam monroe would be messy.

he wouldn't know immediately how to do it, as he grew up without much of it in actuality, but for you, he'd try.

he wouldn't know your favorite flower, but he'd study the way you'd study each and every carnation you passed, especially ones of pink and crimson shades. he wouldn't know what kind of candy you favored, but he'd note the way you'd eye every snickers bar in the sweets section of your favorite store. he wouldn't know if you liked receiving letters or not, but he'd acknowledge the way you'd always write them to friends and family for any special occasion.

no, he wouldn't be the best boyfriend. no, he wouldn't be good at love, but, at the same time, he's observant. heedful, as all the quiet ones are. he knows you just because he is, actually, just because he watches so carefully, he can read you like a book. what you want, when you want it, how you want it, why.

so a hard week you explained exasperatedly, in detail, to him late in the night, only half-drunk but fully out of it, was what led to this.

you had already had a bad day at school today, and not being able to find the spare key your parents always left aside for you, underneath the welcome mat, was not helping your case. grunting under the heavy weight of your backpack, you searched everywhere for it, the gutter, the watering pot... and after lifting the mat from the ground altogether, you finally found it, moved slightly from the spot you had left it in, which you'd worry more about if you weren't so damn tired.

swiping it up and pushing it into the lock, you threw open the door and kicked off your shoes, slinging your bag to the floor and nearly collapsing with it. forcing your feet up the steps, you pressed your palms to your eyes and rubbed there, as if to rub your exhaustion away, which was really no use. the good thing was, your parents were out of town for vacation so you had the entire house to yourself.

maybe i'll visit sam later. he was only a three minute drive away after all. then again, you were so tired. you wanted sleep. but you also wanted sam. at least, you wanted him to be with you. plopping on your empty bed, you withdrew your phone from your pocket and opened your messages, swiping to his contact.

come over please?

a moment later—

i've had a bad day

you knew he was coming without having to check his response, and when there was fumbling downstairs, 20 minutes later, you knew he was letting himself in with the spare key. you dragged yourself from half-slumber, rubbing the dregs of rest from your eyes and forcing yourself into a sit.

he was taking off his shoes when you began walking down the steps, and as the stairs were just by the entrance, you could already see his down-turned face. and the flowers in his hand.

"sam?" you spoke curiously as you walked off the last step, hands on the railing and opposite wall and eyes flicking from the bouquet to his face. he was just now turning to you, his relaxed stance shifting until he was slightly tense. you stopped before him, confused.

"are you alright?" he asked, his shoulders slightly bunching. the hand that held the flowers dropped an inch or two.

instead of answering his question, you reached out and lightly touched one of the many, pink petals, admiring the carnations. "sam, are these.. for..?"

"you said you had a bad day," he answered quickly, shrugging and retreating his hand slightly. "i just figured.. do you not..? like them..?" as soon as the words were spoken, your exhaustion dissipated. a smile spread across your face, and an overwhelming amount of happiness took the place of confusion. you looked up at him, searching his eyes. for what? you didn't know. they caught on yours. brimming with joy, you threw your arms around him, squishing the flowers between you and burying your face in his neck.

"of course i like them!"

it took him a moment, but soon, he relaxed and rubbed down your back. "are you alright?" he repeated.

but you were just so.. he hadn't done anything like this before, and you hadn't been dating for long. was this considered progress? pulling back, you took the flowers, grinning giddily down at them. "i'm— this is— thank you, yes, i'm okay. thank you, sam. oh my— how did you know—? these are my favorite! they're so pretty!" you rambled, squeezing them to your chest. when you looked up at him, you found his eyes, usually cold and blue, softened, slight red on his cheeks.

"guessed," he stated simply, even though he knew that was a lie. perhaps it was because he was much too prideful to admit he loved you to that measure, but that was probably not the case. maybe because he just wanted to enjoy the moment. maybe because he was too scared himself to come to that conclusion, that he watched you so carefully, because he loved you so deeply. either way, sam monroe wasn't the best boyfriend, but he knew you. and he used that to his advantage, always.

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hey guys! this sucks but i barely have anything written for sam and last time i posted was a while ago so this is filler, love you ❤️

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i could write an essay on i hate it here by taylor.

i hate it here is for the girls who read books in their rooms while a party is happening just down stairs, who are constantly being told to socialize with people and that everyone's worried for them because of their fondness with isolation, for the girls who get chastised for being space cadets and dreamers, the ones who always preferred the books over the movies, no matter the series.

i hate it here is for the girls who hate large crowds but want to live in a big city, because in places like new york, there is only people, no special. it's for the ones who cover their ears during parts of plays or songs because it's too loud, for the ones who never had a favorite color, or profession, or food, or place, because the thought of picking favorites was always too overwhelming. for the girls who completely shut down and retreat to the back of their brains when mad instead of exploding all at once.

i hate it here is for the ones who wanted to be everything at once growing up but have no idea what to do with their life anymore. i hate it here is for the people who are scared of college solely because picking just one profession and going with it seems too permanent. i hate it here is for the people who are sensitive in all the wrong ways, to the point of being too much and too dramatic. i hate it here is for the girls who want to travel to every corner of the world.

i hate it here is for those who live too much in the past or future, never in the present. i hate it here is for those who are constantly forgetting things and thoughts because they think too much all the time. i hate it here is for the ones who still hold onto hope that things can change, even when it's obvious they won't. i hate it here is for those who travel so often to distant places and fairytales in their mind, that when they're forced back to earth, every thing seems bleaker. i hate it here is for the ones who take hours to process, whether death, life, or eternity. i hate it here is for me back off bitches.

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don't want money just someone who wants my company!!! such fire lyrics omg !!! (kill me).

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im so depressed i act like it's my birthday!!!! everyday!!!!!!!!! ahhahaha im so obsessed with him but he avoids meeeee like the plague!!! 🔥🔥😊😊

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this is so me what?!! 🔥🔥😭 (help me i feel like im dying rn)

I just listened to the tortured poets department (+the anthology) and I’m not okay( I am really not)

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yea, i do agree, but still, he never said thank you or anything, and i get his relationship with kenji was mainly a joke, but there were times where kenji actually and genuinely got offended and chose to be vulnerable around him, and still, aaron did. not. care. like you have to give the bitch both your lungs and one knee cap and die on the altar for him to even just acknowledge your presence without scowling.

i'm also aware it's dystopian and it was sad times, so it made sense for him to be so hardened, but... at the same time??? it really didn't. every, and i mean EVERY other character in that series was so kind and so nice no matter how dire and bad the situation got, which proves that he was literally the problem and no one else.

this MIGHT be just me and i might get shit on for this but i could not STAND aaron mother fucking warner.

okay, sure, it was cute how he was all mr. grumpy to everyone but ella and he was a big softie only around her, but at some point, enough is e-fucking-nough.

i loved him by the third book and hated him by the 5th like i was so done with his shit. how can you literally not even thank the people who spent months repairing a whole ass house, spent sleepless nights getting you a suit, and set up your fucking wedding for you? justice for kenji because i would've either beat the tantrum-throwing, 5'9, ugly-fugly-tom felton 2024-looking ass straight into the ground or literally just fucking left. im not dealing with your bullshit.

there's specific times where kindness was necessary, and he just.. wouldn't??? even when ella herself told him to be nice, he just could. not. like even having the most basic manners would ruin his "mysterious, quiet-but-heedful and collected persona" that was really just sociopathic behavior.

i dont give a shit how much your father whipped you as a child, if you ended up like that, he should've whipped you the fuck more.

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thanK you aIMee

yea thank you kim— i meant AIMEE

imagine north listening to tya (as she's a swiftie and all) and realizing it's actually about her own mother 😭😭

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this MIGHT be just me and i might get shit on for this but i could not STAND aaron mother fucking warner.

okay, sure, it was cute how he was all mr. grumpy to everyone but ella and he was a big softie only around her, but at some point, enough is e-fucking-nough.

i loved him by the third book and hated him by the 5th like i was so done with his shit. how can you literally not even thank the people who spent months repairing a whole ass house, spent sleepless nights getting you a suit, and set up your fucking wedding for you? justice for kenji because i would've either beat the tantrum-throwing, 5'9, ugly-fugly-tom felton 2024-looking ass straight into the ground or literally just fucking left. im not dealing with your bullshit.

there's specific times where kindness was necessary, and he just.. wouldn't??? even when ella herself told him to be nice, he just could. not. like even having the most basic manners would ruin his "mysterious, quiet-but-heedful and collected persona" that was really just sociopathic behavior.

i dont give a shit how much your father whipped you as a child, if you ended up like that, he should've whipped you the fuck more.

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RELEASE OF TTPD AND HUSBANDS BDAY AHHH

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAYDEN ❤️❤️

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I REPOSTSED THAT FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT BUT YES PLEASE DO

THE ANTHOLOGY RANKING:

1. I Hate it Here why is this literally me so funny ahhaha im gonna scream at the top of my lungs and start violently sobbing. "so i will go to secret gardens in my mind". . . . . oh. okay. thanks. i guess. wow. im quitting. "and i'll get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless" okay so my new favorite artist is KANYE WEST GUYS!!! 😁😁😝😝😝

2. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus "if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say i loved you. the way that you were." holy shit taylor. this song is literally sitting on the edge of a cliff in the middle of the night, wind in your hair, staring at the stars. the guitars in the back in the second verse and the violin at the end im crying.

3. The Prophecy i feel like im a medieval merchant selling leather bound books and ocarinas when listening to this. BUT EVEN STATUES CRUMBLE IF THEYRE MADE TO WAIT??? taylor. time out.

4. imgonnagetyouback YOU KNEW THE PRICE GOING IN. pick your poison, babe, IM POISON EITHER WAY. me when him.

5. How Did It End? the pianooooo the anger in her voice during the bridgeeeee im literally d. y. i. n. g. (get it?)

5. Cassandra i honestly didn't think i'd like this one but DAMN. "they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are." wowzers! wow! ow! ouch! fuck you!

6. I Look in People's Windows don't worry we're just as deranged as you tay ❤️ "im addicted to the if only" alright why'd you steal my diary you creep.

7. Peter MORE DOROTHEA LORE??? dorothea 2.0

8. thanK you aIMee the chorus to this song is everything. i love this message so much. don't worry we'll scream the "FUCK you aimee" for you tay 😊😊no, truly, thank you aimee 😁😁😁😁😁🖕😁😁😁😁😁

9. The Albatross the PLOT TWIST? in a SONG?? see one of the reasons i love tay so much is because some of her songs have literal stories to them, like tlgad

10. So High School summer. the rest of the album: 😢😞💧🤕💔💔 so high school: 😝🎂💃🏻💃🏻💪😹 this feels like the intro of a 2000's romcom.

11. The Black Dog all i can think about is "and in a feud with her neighbor, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green"

12. The Bolter chorus chorus chorus chorus chorus chorus. me when i receive any kind of romantic attention.

13. The Manuscript again, the PLOTTT TAYLOR THE PLOTTT

14. Robin "our window panes talking utter nonsense" how does one become this level of poetic, to interpret windows rattling on a windy day as dialogue?

overall taylor you actually ate now come eat me WHATTT???