Swiftieortega13 - Untitled

OMG It's even worse than it looked

TAYLOR SWIFT | "Vigilante Shit" The Eras Tour, Tokyo Night 1

@staff please restore @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes blog. jaime is beloved in the swiftie fandom. she has helped so many of us personally and she is a resource for new and old fans and is quite literally the kindest, most wonderful person and doesn’t deserve to have her blog deleted. please help fix this. there are quite literally hundreds, if not thousands, of people who will vouch for jaime, including me!!!!! we love her so much, please help.

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin

taylor nation dropping a photo of the exact moment where taylor had a life changing epiphany during glendale n1

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FUCKING HELLO? GOOD MORNING?? MALIA WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? THIS HAS SENT ME INTO A GLASSHEART SPIRAL OMG

my favorite choice ever at the very end of the black dog is when she whispers the final “screaming”. after literally screaming it the whole song, after she’s gone through all that grief and catharsis, you can hear her voice shake as it barely chokes out the word. And she’s so insistent the entire song that “old habits die screaming” like I will rage against you with my dying breaths! Loss and death and grief have made me angry and vengeful and you will feel the flames of my wrath!!! But in the end, after she goes through all the accusations and the blame and the vitriol and confusion and the cruelty and injustice of it all, she has no more fight left in her. she realizes in real time that this is what grief and letting go actually feels like, the summation of it all at the end. It’s perhaps in conversation with that TS Eliot poem: “This is how the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.” The journey through all of that sorrow and pain and grief and loss doesn't end in a blinding magnificent rage and it’s over, as much as she wanted it to, with indignation and vengeful pride. Instead, it’s a long drawn out suffering and when she finally gets to the end of her grief, it has drained everything from her. she may have the last word, but it'll be nothing more than a pitiful whisper.

i wish all my mutuals who @ me in those tag games a very i swear i see it and i love being thought of even though i rarely if ever do them. i love you.

my dear dear friend who works so tirelessly to make her blog an impeccable resource - who endures more on a daily basis than I could handle for five minutes - the first person to welcome me into the community here despite being one of the “biggest” blogs. this place is nooothing without Jaime

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