FALSE GODDESS

taylor swift (2006) isn't good for an album by a teenager or good for a country album or good for a debut. it's just good. she went into a genre dominated by men and said well here's my songs about what it's like to be a teenage girl in high school. and she did it so well!!! like "you come away with a great little story / of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you" and "I guess it's true that love was all you wanted / cause you're giving it away like it's extra change / hoping it will end up in his pocket" and "if you and I are a story that never gets told / if what you are is a daydream I'll never get to hold" and "the one only one who's got enough of me to break my heart / he's the song in the car I keep singing don't know why I do"??? masterpiece. genius. invented country music.

genuinely praying and thinking about maya henry and hope no one guilt trips her, a victim when she was just 18/19. this wasnt her fault at all and i hope she doesn’t blame herself and no one blames her.

what's so clever about Clara Bow is that when she references her own name at the end, she's not talking about the present but the future, quoting the inevitable way people are going to one day talk about her, imagining it will only be in regards to the woma(e)n who surpass her. because there will be someone who surpasses her, eventually. that's the cycle of fame, isn't it? we're simultaneously captivated by the alluring trick of the past while looking for the next big thing. we compare current stars to the lights that shined before them, "you look like taylor swift." but we're also constantly waiting for someone new and greater to take the crown and captivate us anew, "you've got edge she never did." And half the song is about acknowledging that being revered is hell on earth for the people who are in it, because you're always trapped between what came before and what will come after. you're only safe insofar as you remain shiny. But the real beauty of the song is that it never succumbs to this dichotomy, but embraces it. It's Taylor acknowledging she wouldn't be who she is were it not for the women who came before her, who shared the same dreams, and recognizing her place in the chain of the women who will come after. The future's bright, dazzling.

when i die i hope my kindle paperwhite is buried with me so i can take it into my next life