the gods of my bluest days

i'm dead fucking serious when I say that Kat Stratford single-handedly made me the woman I am today. she taught me that it's okay, nay, very sexy for a woman to be a bit of a cunt. a hag. a feminist killjoy. a mewling, rampallian wretch. a shrew, one might say. an icon.

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

the beauty of this album is that it really fully encapsulates what it’s like going from the devastating loss of a long term relationship, to the rebound you think is gonna fix it all, only to ultimately realize that you were using the latter to process your feelings about the former. the songs are so muddled, and the lyrics are relevant to both muses because her feelings were muddled and she had no idea where to put them or what to do with them. the rebound promised her everything she couldn’t get from the ex-love and she fell for it because she was so desperate to be really seen.

‘and sometimes it gets me when crossing your jet stream, we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies’ is so fucking devastating bc not only does it allude to call it what you want, but also all of the references across her work implying that what they had was fate, sent to her by the universe, divine intervention. all the imagery of ‘starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night’ and ‘once upon a time the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned’ and ‘he’s passing by rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky’ come crashing down into the reality that they were always just outside of each other’s orbit

I am once again asking Swifties to understand that Taylor Swift songs and albums are not "about" anyone other than Taylor Swift and how she is thinking or feeling or reacting to any particular stimuli in her life. And that is more true than ever with this album.

you look like Clara Bow

you look like Stevie Nicks

you look like Taylor Swift

me welcoming 31 songs to my playlists

you’re losing me // so long london

Loml is the saddest song I’ve ever heard. “It was momentary. It was temporary” makes me wanna vomit every fucking time

That reveal at the end "you're the loss of my life" left me speachless

aaron dessner cowriting a track 5 song will always be terrifying to me

we really went from “i’m fastening myself to you with a stitch” to “so long, london / stitches undone”

“You swore that you loved, me but where were the clues?/I died on the altar waiting for the proof/You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”

“and at last, she knew what the agony had been for” is forever imprinted in my brain this line simultaneously ripped my heart open and caressed it

the heartbeat sounds of You're Losing Me and the "I stopped CPR" of So Long, London