Do You Guys Really Think It's Joe? Really?

From 5 holes in the fence I bring you the sequel 13 holes in the bench

It is exhausting rooting for the anti hero.

Holy shit. The implications of her playing a song about her Invisible love (they just see right through me vs. they see right through me, i see right through me) right after playing a song about the time she made out with a woman in public & yet people still discourse about her being straight. She’s crazy for that.

Just very interesting that she decides to play question and invisible…. the implications indeed

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Lover's second surprise song

Damn, the Swifties are really hating him, huh? The way she's gonna push him so hard in the public. I can't wait until he goes back on tour cause Matty just ain't it. Sorry...

Taylor girl. What is going on...

maybe she wants them to hate someone she’s attached to more than they hate on karlie. that’s what it’s giving.

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🎃 Imagine this. You are on the balcony of an ice castle. Pushing and pushing against the railing, slowly trudging toward a horizon that never seems to get any closer. Smashing against the frozen structure that is so solid it feels like glass, so solid it feels like it will never break. The time draws near, springtime sunshine causing small drips and fractures. You strike a match and blow the smoke toward the structure that shelters and protects you. Suddenly, you hear a crack, a crunch, a whoosh. There is a sudden give beneath you, and you tumble through the broken, melting hole in your palace. You have FINALLY smashed through the ice castle! It was so slow, and then suddenly so all of a sudden! You'd thought it would take much longer to arrive in this moment! However, in this suddenness you find yourself still somehow underprepared, kicking yourself for the time you squandered by wallowing in the seeming endlessness of your predicament. All this time spent inching toward a finish line. No time at all spent readying for an end. Shit. In midair, you scramble for a parachute. You will reach the ground either way, whether you float like a feather or freefall like a meteor. But after all this time, you decide you'd like to land softly, rather than crash in a tangle of broken limbs and fiery shock. Dear reader, I'm sure this tale has raised a question...? Why would someone you believe to have wings need a parachute? 🎃

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