don’t forget to live for the hope of it all this month

Mirrorball x Guilty As Sin is not a “random” mashup. She’s just gay and you haven’t been paying attention to literally ANYTHING going on.

So hang on, hang on, lemme make sure I’m getting this right. So she’s in a psych ward. In a wedding gown. And she takes the “miracle move on drug” the “forget him” pill of which the effects are temporary. Right, right. And then she’s set free, and immediately walks into a sterile office in a VICTORIAN MOURNING gown! And sits down to start working away on her typewriter. She’s writing, and she loves her muse, and it’s ruining her life. Okay. And then she and the muse are laying on the papers, in love. The pages of her work, her diary, her songs, THE FILES!! And they’re together, and the pages are flying around them, blocking them from the camera, okay? You still with me? She reaches for the muse and then she’s getting electric shock therapy?? With curly hair?? Okay. Okay. And again, loving the muse is ruining her life. And all the doctors, the people closest to her, run away scared when the electricity short circuits or whatever, and the muse is the only one who notices and stops it from killing her!!! The muse is in a (glass) phone booth, and Taylor is sitting right on top, but out of view from the muse. And they are in the middle of NOWHERE. The rust that grew between telephones??? And then we’re back in the office, and she’s pulling all the files out of the drawers!! In the mourning gown again!!! And she’s letting them out, ruining the sterility, and she’s freaking out, sobbing. And then she’s facing the camera, stone cold, letting the files swirl around her, now out in the open ON FIRE I MIGHT ADD. And back in the psych ward in the wedding dress, she breaks the glass to escape, to bolt?? And then, once the files are free, once the glass is broken, once the muse steps out of the glass!! Then she can touch the muse. Then she can touch the muse. Somebody give me an oxygen mask, holy shit

ttpd is like... this fucking sucked... it was my fault... fuck joe... this also fucking sucked... fuck matty... i thought i was gonna die... straight up commit me to an asylum... FUCK matty... fuck joe... no one knows me... fuck kim kardashian... i created every problem and every consequence i have to face... please see me as human... i am exposing my flaws so you see me as a real person... fuck jake gyllenhaal... if you're gonna be so up my business you better realize how fucked up my business is... also hi killatrav ily... there is nothing redeeming about this chapter of my life... hi mom ily... this ALSO fucking sucked... there may be good in the world... here is every sin i have ever committed... i was promised love and forever repeatedly and no one ever delivered... my reaction to trauma was awful... i made so many bad decisions... if you're gonna crucify me do it for good reasons... are you not entertained?

Fletcherini has me feeling the same things as Kaylor

I haven’t seen it mentioned yet but what a perfect songwritery twist on “alls fair in love and war” to make it “alls fair in love and poetry” … it gives off two things, one that in love and out of love (in war) there are no rules (anything’s fair game!) and second this sense of choosing not going to war when you have grievances but instead to turn to writing about them. which is so taylor

YOU THINK I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE WERE FLASHING LIGHTS AT LEAST I HAD THE DECENCY TO KEEP MY NIGHTS OUT OF SIGHT ONLY RUMORS BOUT MY HIPS AND THIGHS AND MY WHISPERED SIGHS OH LORD I THINK ABOUT JUMPING OFF OF VERY TALL SOMETHINGS JUST TO SEE YOU COME RUNNING AND SAY THE ONE THING I'VE BEEN WANTING BUT NO