Playing “I Want You Back” out loud and having a cubicle-area dance party. We WIN.
Sometimes I like love this job.
Taylor Swift
“You Belong With Me”A lot of people get a little annoyed with this video because it implies that maybe Taylor Swift isn’t the cheer captain, but instead the nerdy girl on the bleachers. But you know, I think the fact that she plays both the protagonist and the antagonist in the clip signals the more obvious thing: Swift herself is probably a little of both, and this song isn’t totally about her anyway, even if it is based on something real. “You Belong With Me” has a specific narrative, but it’s built for anyone who has ever experienced unrequited love. (Which is pretty much everyone, right? If there was never a moment in your life when you couldn’t relate to this song, I must admit that I kinda hate you.) Like Swift herself, Roman White’s video is adorable, earnest, and banal in the most delightful way possible, and unlike a majority of major pop videos of recent vintage, it already seems rather iconic. It’s not hard to imagine seeing girls dressed up as Nerdy Taylor Swift With Writing All Over Her T-Shirt on Halloween, you know?
Hands down my favorite song of the year and getting up to Hey Jealousy status. I am not embarrassed for the amount of times I’ve watched this video, but I am embarrassed when I make my friends watch it and they don’t get love. I am pretty sure Jake Oliver has seen me come to close to tears when they get together at the end of the video.
I also do believe that Taylor Swift is a total nerd burger who just happens to look like a teenage dream woman.
AMEN.
my future ex-wife.
yascovicci: lacontessa: Audrey Kawasaki working:
fishlung:( via audrey kawasaki: “some in-progress teaser pics of my ‘Hajimari’ solo show coming up at Jonathan Levine Gallery in NY this coming Saturday.” )
for C.!
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About
- What he said: “I do not care.”
- What he meant: “I need you to make it seem like you care even less than that.”
Three awkward weeks go by and Harry gallantly asks when they’re going to “move past this.” They fight and stop talking. In time, Harry calls and calls to apologize and Sally finally picks up. Harry tosses us his sorrys like a tennis serve but still can’t say anything that matters. You watch this scene and you know exactly why Sally gives in and answers the phone. Because part of her still believes in the best heart of Harry. Part of her believes that they belong together, knows that Harry feels the same beneath a thick layer of blubbery cowardice and hopes to God he’s called because he realized that.
He doesn’t say that though. And as a woman probably should when she’s tired of being friends with a man she actually loves, Sally tells him she can’t do this anymore. “I am not your consolation prize, Harry.”
Unlike in the real world, in Nora Ephron’s universe, shortly thereafter, Harry takes a long walk and reviews a montage of their relationship together. Reconsiders every poignant thing Sally ever said to him and eventually runs to tell her he loves her….on New Years Eve. And he doesn’t just confess his love, he lists the specific endearing traits that have convinced him over the years that he can’t live without her. And they rush off to get married three months later because they can’t not be together another minute. Swoon.
It’s a perfect, adorable ending that doesn’t necessarily do us much good. It’s like an outdoors manual that, at the last chapter, shifts gears to teach you how to start a fire and find food on the moon. What am I supposed to do with this?
the beloved erica’s take on When Harry Met Sally (1989).
You guys know already know I want to marry erica, BUT STILL AND AGAIN, i find myself near tears, my hand sweating on my mouse, wanting to stop and take a break so that it doesn’t end but finding it impossible! i’m not even kidding! go read it ya’self.
(via meaghano)
You like things labeled; neat and organized, in lists you can count on. Rather than let birds fly around your head, you catch them and fill their light bodies with sand, mounting them to walls with cards that tell their latin names. Acrocephalus bistrigiceps means nothing to me, nothing like I love you, come here would, or even I’ve missed you.
You don’t know in which glass case to keep me so I try to tell you I don’t need one. I’ll stay without nails through my feet, my wings glued down. I’ll change my latin name to yours. I’ll be a part of your family.
Picture by C., words by S.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About
seconded
- I should probably stop talking about my retirement plan.
- Also, apartments and babies.
