My relationship with Taylor Swift is complicated. When her first album came out, I was 15 and pretty much a loser. I was in high school, and Taylor, to me, despite what she said in her songs, embodied everything I could never be. She was pretty and popular and rich. Her music seemed immature to me, princesses and romance. It …
folklore and feelings: fan messages to Taylor Swift
The funny thing about listening to folklore is that when I heard it, I knew it would be an album full of regret and melancholy accompanied by waves of sadness. I’d like to think of this as Red, but evolved. I guess who Red grows up to be. I say it with every era. I am adamant that Taylor writes …
folklore: Track By Track
I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for drifting off to sleep for about forty-five minutes this morning. I woke up again to six tagged tweets, three missed phone calls and about ten text messages from friends wondering how I was coping. In case you were wondering, I was not well this morning. I was fully prepared to dive …