and how it glistened as it fell

can I say that listening to Anti-Hero now is like, deeply depressing and the genuine antithesis to Opalite. like, we knew anti-hero was sad already. but now it's more like a truly dark storm cloud of doom. it will never get better you will always feel like you are rotting from the inside out and even in your wake your descendants will never care more to dissect you as a human being beyond your fiscal value. what can you provide for us? how can you be shiny and new in a way that we like always and forever before you are lost to the elephant graveyard forever? there is no hope here. the separate characters within yourself will never be allowed to converge. you will always feel distant from yourself no matter where you are. one self will always betray the other. the sky is onyx night. dark, gloomy, shiny, inescapable.

hopefully i'll get to do something other than endure soon. that would be really nice

SWIFTIE ZOOMIES BECAUSE I'M SO HAPPY FOR MY CLOSE PERSONAL FRIEND AND LONGTIME MUTUAL TAYLOR SWIFT

KARMA IS MY HUSBAND

also if someone gave me their number on a friendship bracelet at the eras tour id fucking fold for them. id become so obsessed with them. id go home and listen to enchanted 500 times