Judith G (t swizzle version)’s Comments (group member since Jun 07, 2023)

Judith G (t swizzle version)’s comments from the The swiftie tea group.

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(The) bodyguard

That’s my list

ATWTMVTVFTV
MAATHB (miss Americana) (heartbreak prince)
The Archer
Debut
Change
Castles Crumbling
TIMT
Marjorie
Dang Dear
Yes! Whale
Starbucks Lovers
Dear John
Hits Different
Love is a lie
Bejeweled
Spelling Is Fun
DBATC
Guitar string scar
Mother Is Mothering
Snakes
Red
AYHTDWS
WANEGBT
Not The Steak
Swifties
No! It’s Becky
Evermore
Folklore
Reputation
Lover
Midnights
Eras Era
Daylight
Taylor’s Version
Sweeter than Fiction
Renegade
Birch
Clowning
Taylor Gating
Forever and Always
Thirteen
Our Song
Foolish One
Long Live
IBYTAM
ME
He Did It
TTDS
Can I ask You a question
Vigilante Shit
Style
Welcome To New York
Enchanted
Getaway Car
Cruel summer
I’m the problem
It’s me
August slipped away
Your ivy grows
Shit my friends say
Calm down
I’m not asleep
My mind is alive
Ghosts
Ratatatatatatata
Je suis calme
Get out of my house
RIP me
I died dead
If this was a movie
Dr swift
One ting was enough
Neighbors dog
The Great War
My extra small white T
You’re losing me
Screaming, crying perfect storms

Suree

Rn I finished Hawthorne brothers and I’m starting something else soon, what’s ur comfort reading books and weather

I MADE SO MANY

Suburb legends
Say don’t go
Is it over now
Now that we don’t talk

And?????

Maybe lust? From Taylor’s insta

That’s fine. But it’s a.ways great to write and stretch those writing muscles

Fishbowl

Dog

Cupid

Fearless

Coffee

(Lol the game is called telephone)

Spelling (also try to stick with one to three word answers)

Blonde

I say a word and you say what word comes to mind.

Delicate

Anything you can do to help us get there would be greatly appreciated

I don’t think that you can am,e one for this group but I can go on the website and make one for your friends

SHES TAKING OVERRR

If I was a concept, a thought, an idea. If I was one of those meaningful moments that was twisted up into a century of glory and great respect. A moment that started but wouldn’t stop. I would be…
A Song
I wouldn’t be simple though. I would be a contrast of art and all things color. Of death. And of deathly things. Of life. But not lively things. I cannot lie to you and tell you I am lively. I Am Not. I would be all of what I wanted, not of what you, or they, or them, or he, or she wanted. And I would be nothing of what IT wanted me to be.

I would try to be something they cry to. Something they scream and bleed to. Something they throw their mind onto. Something they could escape. But never something they could replicate. Something that no one else was. And something they could never be. Something like nothing ever before.

Don’t tell me it’s all been done. When I say that I HAVE NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE I tell you this only from a place of truth, peace, harmony, and deep deep pain. Long before the ones after me and long after the ones before me comes ME.
And to tell you what I am would take an unexplainable force to explain an unexplainable person.

Is it unfair to tell you my sorrows. For do I want pity to become your main focus, or do I want envy to be a pinpoint enemy. Not me, for I have more than too much enemies.
So I will tell you a mass of the good and envious things, and the bad and sorrowful things. Like every human has.

I was born quite some time ago, but not long enough to really know who I am yet. I haven’t died in a literal sense. Yes I am alive in the best of the sense. Quite young for a death that is only in your heart. That’s all they talk about when they sit around tipsy at bars. Drunk of my pain but giddy of my joy. They only long to be like me. Except for the fact that I am no boy.

But I am too young. Too young for this talk. I am too young to be alive in their own dense brains. And don’t you ever forget their even denser hearts.

I’ve been owning up to it all in the back of my mind. And I have been writing it down in a book for all of you to find. The good, and the moderately happy. The bad, and the larger even more empty side of me. Not like the trash for I haven’t been thrown yet. Only lightly tossed, scattered out, and spread out quite thin.
I’ve not been thrown yet for I am Too Young.