The Way She’s Once Again Including Herself In The Lgbtq Community. She’s Literally A Friend Of Dorothy

god i still can’t get over how she’s wearing the vsfs ring during this clip

Submission:

Dear 🎃 ,

I was walking the beach tonight and almost tripped over an old wine bottle. I picked it up and examined it, noticing it had been worn down in the waves. “How far had it traveled?” And then it caught my eye - a piece of parchment tucked inside. My heart started pounding with excitement at the discovery! I gingerly removed the cork you’d carefully encased in wax protecting your message. Slowly, patiently, I coaxed the parchment from the bottle. My hands shook as I read your letter. As I scanned each word you wrote, I could feel the empathy and grief filling me from within until it all burst from my eyes. The salt from my tears mixing with the salt of the ocean. I rushed home over the dune with the bottle and message in hand. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears as I tried to slow my thoughts. Clamoring toward my study, I heard my wife calling out from the kitchen, “Is everything ok, dear?!” I flung open my writing desk, pulling out a leaf of parchment. My pen flew across the page - flowing, sloping, swooping - Trying to expel the words I thought you needed. I trusted the pen. I hope it was true. I am returning this message to your bottle with my wax and seal. I hope this finds you in return, but I have a feeling that it will. Sometimes we women just know things...

(Enclosed Message)

Imagine This. A group of people have known your truth for as far back as you started sharing it. They have always been here, and they always will. They often quietly send good energy your way with intentions for peace and protection. For them, you aren’t an anti-hero. Or a selfish asshole…. Or any other negative internal self-talk track that might exist. Imagine you are just seen, supported, and ENOUGH. When you breathe in, imagine taking in all the love and support you need to move forward on whatever path you choose. As you exhale, imagine you breathe out all of the fears of faceless former fans in public outrage. Imagine believing that the universe always takes care of you, and when plans fall apart, it opens opportunities for your growth.

May you, Karlie, and your family find strength together as you prepare to turn the page on this chapter.

Warmly,

A lucky beachcomber

"This is the rainiest rain show that ever rain showed, ever, ever, ever. Oh my god. We have every single person on the stage—is this going to work? It’ll be fine. I hope it works. It’ll be great.—all of my fellow, like, dancers and everybody else on the stage is just sort of like, ‘Oh my god,’ no one ever expects you’re going to basically perform like in a shower. It’s really very exciting. Yeah. Are you having a nice time too? So you know, you’re standing in the pouring rain with people, and you just kind of feel like this romantic sense of camaraderie. I was thinking about what song to play with you tonight and I was thinking, there’s this song from Midnights that I love so much, and I haven’t played it on this tour, or ever, so I figured, that could be fun to play with you. And I just—oh my gosh, this is insane—I kind of just feel like telling you, I don’t know, I have just never been this happy in my life, in all aspects of my life, ever before. And I just want to thank you for being a part of that. Like, you know, I don’t know, it’s not just the tour, it’s like. I don’t know, I just sort of feel like my life finally feels like it makes sense. And so I thought I’d play this song, which brings me a lot of happy memories."

— Taylor before playing Question...? (guitar) in Foxborough, MA on May 20th

🎃 Imagine this. It is 3 am and Halloween is over. Costumes have been taken off and packed away in boxes, perhaps to be taken out again next year if they haven't been outgrown. Empty candy bowls sit on entryway tables. Toilet paper hangs strung across wilted lawns and barren tree branches. Sheep have removed their wolf’s clothing with relief. Masqueraders with masks removed, mermaids who have traded tails for sweatpants. A woman walks down the center of an empty suburban street, shaking from the cold. She peers around with wilde, curious eyes as if she's seeing the world for the first time. She is drenched in salt water, as if she had just crawled from the ocean. She wears an odd combination of tattered clothing - remnants of a fantastical gown and a comfortable sweatshirt - that doesn't quite make sense. There is something very odd about her. Nevertheless, she simply walks down the street. Finally, she reaches a house that looks like all the others. But it is not like the others. Because it is hers. There are figures in the window, anxiously awaiting her return home. With a warm smile cracking the shell-shocked exterior of her face, she ascends the porch stairs. There is a Jack-O-Lantern perched by the front door. There is a tealight candle at its center, the dancing glow casting shadows from deep within the carved, jagged-toothed smile. And as she watches, the flame🕯️ finally🕯️flickers🌬️OUT 🎃

🎃 Imagine this. You are in a kitchen. Not your kitchen, of course. Your kitchen is soft and cozy and sacred. THIS kitchen is hard and cold and purely functional. You work tirelessly, sweat pooling on your brow, to make this meal, assisted by a team of chefs. It’s an ambitious feast in the making, and everyone must play their role, without flaw or hesitation. You are set to debut an exclusive menu, never before seen. Its value is in the secrecy as much as it is in the flavors themselves. An oven timer goes off. And another. You turn, drawn by the smell of smoke and a spike of worry. Someone is leaving early, abandoning their station. They stuff a recipe card in their pocket as they go. “Hey!” You shout, but their mind won’t be changed. They are bowing out, leaving you with double the workload, now half burnt and smoking. Their duties weren’t finished, and yet there is nothing you can do to make them stay. Shaken by this loss, chaos descends upon the team. Most roll up their sleeves to work harder. You will love these people eternally, unspeakably grateful for their loyalty. Some strip from their aprons and follow the first traitor out the golden door. But you have never been one to lay your armor down. When you fail, you fail gloriously. When you go, you go kicking and screaming. The cherry red telephone on the wall rings, and it is with intuitive dread that you answer the call. You recognize the voice. Of course you do. “If you still somehow manage to serve that secret menu, it won’t be before the entire world already knows every dish. Every ingredient.” You want to call their bluff. This threat has been made a thousand times, by a thousand others, and yet people line up around the block for your restaurant, never swayed. But this time is different. Because you know this person actually has the means to share the secret menu, and that they have enough proof to make the awaiting guests believe them. Of course they do. You saw them take the recipe card with your own eyes. Another oven timer goes off. 🎃

Apparently there’s a rumor going around (started by Patrick A. himself) NYU that Taylor dumped toe by email.

All I can think is “you’re fired” 😂😂

I was like who tf is Patrick? 😂

That’s funny.

you guys earlier this year i was in a waffle house and i played a 1975 song on the jukebox queue and i checked out as it was playing and the total was $19.89 and i really think i accidentally manifested all this that afternoon in waffle house i'm so sorry

Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too

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.

taylor every night when she sits down at the piano: there will be no explanation and there will be no reputation either