‘the last great american dynasty’, ‘The Lucky One’ and ‘Starlight’ are all magnificent examples of story telling.
fresh out the slammer is literally evil country sonically like the way she says “now pretty baby i’m cominnnnnnnn”
I think Taylor singing the following in the manuscript is truly the first time she addresses the jake age gap outside of all too well 10 minute- and think that that release in 2021 really changed so much shit in her brain
She thought about how he said Since she was so wise beyond her years Everything had been above board She wasn't sure
I can’t take credit for this thought because J suggested it while we were watching Chats & Reacts but I interpreted “your Jehovah’s Witness suit” as just like, you look stupid. BUT the way he showed up on her doorstep unsolicited and sold her a fairytale and she traded her belief system for it !!!!!!!
Matty as a spaceship and Joe as a sailboat ship is also something I fear we will be unpacking for years to come
I know that everyone has realized this already but I absolutely love how on such a confusing album, she gave us a through line to understanding through the track 5s.
So Long London & How Did it End being the most directly about Joe & being the track 5s is such a lovely way for her to say, “this is what was behind it all. This is what I was really so upset about.”
what really blows my mind here is that cardigan actually did become the story of this album because when she felt lost and forgotten he came along and said she was his favorite….. only to throw her back under the bed the second he couldn’t handle the heat it’s all so
and when she did the whole “this song is about you” thing to dedicate the song to him she was thinking he was the one who put her on and made her feel cozy and warm but two weeks later he was the one stuffing her under the bed
“down bad, waking up in blood” me when my alarm goes off in the morning and I discover my period started in the middle of the night
thisispattismith: This is saying I was
moved to be
mentioned in
the company
of the great
Welsh poet
Dylan Thomas.
Thank you Taylor.
feeling sooooo soft bc taylor is sharing tidbits of her personal life with us again this feels so special🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰
And so I was out of the oven / and into the microwave
This line really sums it up for me. The microwave being the sped up version of an oven but same end result.
YUPPPPPPPPPPP. she thinks that he managed to do everything that joe did to her in the course of a weird mutual pining thing for years and then a few weeks of love, without any of the real love, and also without any of the real closure. i think she also feels like he lured her out of her relationship with joe before she was ready (and don't get me wrong, it was going to end. but i think she pins the timing on the love bombs he offered her for the moment it did).
— Taylor on Down Bad
— Taylor on Florida!!!
— Taylor on My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
I think anyone stuck on the M. H of it all is doing themselves a disservice. If you must death to the muse first do that. It’s not pretty on purpose but that is what makes it so excellent
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.