[ SECRET POST #6395 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #6395 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

I had some incredibly sheltered teen years outside of the typical American high school experience of prom and early boyfriends that you're completely wild about to the point where they can completely decimate you even though you were only dating 6 weeks. My mom was so overprotective that she basically locked me up in my bedroom and never let me out until I was so socially stunted that I’m destined for the crazy cat lady life that they're going to find my body after it starts to smell and my skin will be half eaten off by all my cats…

But because of tv and movies, I wanted the kind of life shown on tv, so when I discovered Taylor’s music in 2009, it gave me a window into that perfect high school experience of being liked enough to have a friend group but to not be in a Plastics from Mean Girls kind of popular, to have that world shattered crush that you're able to win on your charm and then have cute, fun - but sexless - romance, but you're still sure enough of yourself that even if your first love doesn't work out because he's a cheater - why else wouldn't it work out unless there's something wrong with him? - you're still able to pick yourself up and brush yourself off like Taylor does on her first two albums.

Taylor’s music - outside of her complaining about fame stuff - is the sonic equivalent of Harlequin novels. It’s the love at first sight chemical reactions of hands brushing at the party where no one gets you. It’s the first date to get ice cream at the Christmas market. It's the romantic beach side proposal. It's his ex who you have to mentally and emotionally defeat like a Mario boss. It’s the wedding day that goes wrong - from your mom not liking your dress to the baker delivering the wrong cake to the flower girl being allergic enough to lilies to have an reaction but not seriously life threatening so you have to swap her out with your family’s version of the awkward little girl you were. It’s the waiting in the hotel for the go ahead to start going to the venue even though everything’s already late because no one knows where the the groom is. It’s ruining your bridal make up crying that the first person who ever got you has abandoned you like every one else but when he's finally able to get through to you after the storm of wedding planning fails blowing up your phone to let you know he's running late because he's got a flat tire. It’s you running out in your designer gown to go find him in your VW beetle painted like an aquarium. It's finding him and crying in joy that he's ok, but he still tells that you're the most beautiful and wonderful thing that's ever been his, even though you're no longer anywhere near Vogue Bride beautiful. It’s walking hand in hand down the aisle of the church both of your family have baptised, confirmed and married their kids in fkr generations. It’s the happily ever after that we’re all told we all deserve.

Until it goes tits up because it’s a Taylor Swift song, then its being completely feral in a way that we’re all told to be too polite to ever be because your heart’s now broken and fuck everything…