this is winter

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.

oh and that gap in my resume is when i was digging my own grave

the dirt under my nails is - yeah. it won't wash out. although that's actually from when i dug myself out again. i suppose success and defeat can look the same in a mirror.

I hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, depression, or a wound that wouldn't close.

sobbing and crying at the woman who stole a meth addicted kitten from her dealer and then she and the kitten got clean together

Huge shout to my friend from an undergraduate philosophy program who started working out every single day, not for health benefits or to become conventionally attractive or whatever, but because – and this is a direct quote – he was concerned that otherwise he might “become lost in the world of signs and forget the things they signify”. I have thought about this every single time that I’ve worked out since.

The thing that is striking me the most about this album is just how messy and human it is. She’s not holding anything back or trying to appear one way or another. She’s just letting it all out regardless of what anyone might say. She found that trying to be polished and keep all the ugly, imperfect, human stuff in to be stifling and just said fuck it I need to do this for me. This album was an exorcism for her.

Critiques of Taylor Swift in 2024 are literally just like oh noooo she does her job too much!! oh noooo too many people like her!!! Oh nooooo she works too hard!!! Oh noooo she was a little too honest in her music!! OH NOOOOOO