“You’re being so rational,” people say to me, watching me move about my days so cool and calm and reserved.
I’m not being rational in my head. I want to break dishes and smash things and beat the shit out of people and hurt myself at the same time. I had a dream that I slapped her hard across the face, and I woke up with my palms itching to do it. I want to sit in a stylist’s chair and dye my hair dark and cut out every bit of hair he ever touched, change myself in little ways because I don’t want to be that person I was. I want to write my name in gasoline on their street and toss a match to set it alight. I long to spit my poison all over the place.
But there’s no use throwing tantrums. Don’t you learn this as a child? Sometimes they give you what you want if you scream and pound your fists enough, but mostly you just get ignored until you stop.
“You’re being so rational.” Only on paper.
Out Of The Woods
Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff
Produced by Jack Antonoff
Looking at it now
It all seems so simple
We were lying on your couch
You took a Polaroid of us
The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming color
"The way she sees it, there’s a gender element to such scrutiny. “I really resent the idea that if a woman writes about her feelings, she has too many feelings,” she says. “And I really resent the ‘Be careful, buddy, she’s going to write a song about you’ angle, because it trivialises what I do. It makes it seem like creating art is something you do as a cheap weapon rather than an artistic process. They can say whatever they want about my personal life because I know what my personal life is, and it involves a lot of TV and cats and girlfriends. But I don’t like it when they start to make cheap shots at my songwriting. Because there’s no joke to be made there."
IF YOU EVER FEEL SAD JUST LOOK AT THIS FAKE SLAP
"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.