On Wednesday the 8th of November, the actual video of Kiwi was dropped around 1pm UK time. And, you might ask, well, were you ready? Was I ready? Raise your hand if you honestly were. Anyone? Exactly. No one was.
There’s a lot of the 1989, Red, Speak Now and Taylor Swift in this new brand shining Taylor, those eras will not die, they will forever live with her and her past, current and future Reputation. So well done, Taylor Swift, you’ve done it again! Even though I still think Jake Gyllenhaal should take one for the team and break her heart a tiny bit again, so she can write the record we truly deserve.
You did it, I didn’t. He chose you. That is what matters. He chose YOU.
Because let’s be honest: liking a picture or watching a story doesn’t require much effort, it’s pretty damn simple and it takes less than a second.
To me, myself, and I. To the one that I was, I am and I will become: carry on.
We’ll get there, one day, maybe. When the first thing I’ll see waking up will be your green eyes, or your big hands, lost somewhere around the pillow. Someday, somehow, we will get there.
They all stick around, promising me things using only words and not many actions. They love me. They say it over and over, they miss me, they need me, they like me. And I believe them.
I make my own decisions, I decide who to fall in love with, who to let in, who can break my heart this year and who can’t, so what does it have to do with you, father?
I want effort: not the prince charming who wants to come get me at all cost, but the nice guy who just genuinely wants to be with me because he likes me and that’s what he wants.
Stop treating “love yourself” like a poem they need to memorize. That’s not how it works.