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.

Bad bad, boy with a price. You know that I bought it.

Rochi wrote: "Rochi wrote: "Judith wrote: "Here’s a place to just talk/ chat about ur day.
-Say one thing (at least) that happened
-What’s ur album vibe today"

Today I had a test 😢
My album vibe is Debut"


Al..."

Wait, stop. Ahh.. the whole day picture to burn was stuck in my head, on repeat. Like a broken record

Hi today I won a game of bowling. 🎳
My album vibe is 1989
And I’m feeling 80s and 90s today

Here’s a place to just talk/ chat about ur day.
-Say one thing (at least) that happened
-What’s ur album vibe today

Without meeee..

Time for a poetry challenge- we have to have at least 3 members for it to go into affect, but regardless, this is the challenge:

Make a poem about school, something that captures the essence.
BUT
It can only be up to 10 lines
Happy writing,
-JUDITHG🫶🏻💜💙💙💕🎶

I guess u didn’t care, and I guess I liked 👍🏻 that

Srijan wrote: "White.


I trusted you
With my darkest secret
I trusted you
You broke it
Over and over
No remorse
I often wondered
Is it me?
Do I feel too much?
Do I care too much?
I heard you say it
When you thou..."

This is so beautiful. As someone as chaotic as this poem, I understand it fully. I want to take away everyone’s pain, but especially when I realize the emotional trauma u have to have to write certain things. Wether u do have this trauma, or just love writing deep unimaginable things, I truly appreciate this

Oh, lol I didn’t know that

What’s LATM?

Rochi wrote: "I HAVE A QUESTIOOOON!!!!! How do you commet to other comment, like “Rochi wrote:bla bla”?? Because I’m new in Goodreads lol"

So I have the app and the website. But too reply, like now, I use the website not the app

Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago.

Join this weeks poll. What’s ur favorite fantasy book?

https://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/2...

Hi, my name is Judith. I’m in my evermore/foklore era. And will not be going to the eras tour. I’m the founder of this group. Because I just feel like we, swifties, NEED TO STICK TOGETHER because we are the last great American dynasty. And if u have any requests for this group then tell me. 💕 💗 ❤️ 💜 💙🖤🧡

Rochi wrote: "Hi everyone! My name is Rochi (I know that for the people that speak (now) English is strange, but here in Argentina is a normal name). I’m in secondary school. I start to listening to Taylor Swift..."

No, 14 is awesome. Also in my culture that’s such a normal name so yeah. Also I’m so happy 4 u, and everyone else who is going

Sameera wrote: "Heyy my name is Sam! as always in my speak now era 💜 and literally can’t wait until July 7th. Just came back from the Eras tour and brain chemistry is permanently altered!"

Yes, love, love love ❤️ and congrats, u are our 13th member. Also if possible share this group if u can

Hi, if u are able to spread the word about this group, that would be beyond helpful. Here’s the link:

https://www.goodreads.com/group/invit...

I like slow burn and enemies to lovers for tropes, and for genres romance, mystery, and fiction ofc. I also feel like a creep sometimes, because I can’t read a book without romance unless it’s like THATBOOK lol!

timesfoolincarnate wrote: "Judith wrote: "Here’s one of mine:
Shake It Off-
I collect my thoughts and scatter them out onto invisible pages. I scour my brain and search my mind for words like never before. I’ve lost them all..."

Thank you so much. All the love is greatly appreciated

Here’s one of mine:
Shake It Off-
I collect my thoughts and scatter them out onto invisible pages. I scour my brain and search my mind for words like never before. I’ve lost them all, and gone they are. Forever more, forever more.
But I keep grooving can’t stop, won’t stop moving. It’s like I’ve got this music in mind, saying it’s gonna be alright.

I’ve poured my soul into my tips and bled onto the pages, I’ve lived off reeds and sucked on leaves just to keep it flowing. I’ve stolen from the inspiration, and used it relentlessly.

I worked for nothing, begging for pennies, and finally It gave. The pond that I did call my home parched itself from me.
I died inside I bled inside, I screamed outside, and cried outside,
My home was no more my home, and my dwelling place had lost the battle.
I crawled away, and never returned until this fateful day.
I was reborn, like a phoenix and died like a ghost. But I fought through, and I got up. And then I left it all behind with a sputter than a cough. I stood up strong, and held me proud, and then began to shake it off.