So this song is a song that— It’s weird, because I feel like this song has two lives to it in my brain. In my brain, there’s the life of this song where this song was born out of catharsis and venting and trying to get over something and trying to understand it and process it. And then there’s the life where it went out into the world and you turned this song into something completely different for me. You turned this song into a collage of memories of watching you scream the words to this song, or seeing pictures that you post to me of you having written the words to this song in your diary, or you showing me your wrist, and you have a tattoo of the lyrics to this song underneath your skin. And that is how you have changed the song “All Too Well” for me.
@anyone who ever comments on your body: Welcome to Whose Body Is It Anyway, where the idea that weight dictates your worth is made up and your comments don’t matter
not to sound sappy, but i personally think that a happy ending that the characters bled, suffered and fought for is a thousand times more interesting than a bland tragic ending that the author clearly thought would be “subversive”
