Kelsey Winds
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Speak Not
Any self respecting swiftie could tell you Taylor’s 3rd album is her first (and only) completely self written album. The title track Speak Now, is a cute pick me story of a girl who crashes her ex boyfriend's wedding as he’s about to say I do. It ends with him realizing she’s the one he truly loves, leaving his bride, who is made to seem uptight and unfun, at the alter as he and Taylor run out hand in hand into the sunset, ending the song in a fairytale happily ever after. At least, it’s a happily ever after for her, but you know what no one thinks about? The poor bride, standing at the alter in front of all of her (and his) friends and family, who spent months planning everything, thousands of dollars making everything, only for someone else to have their happy ending. Today, I am that bride.
By Kelsey Windsabout a year ago in Chapters
For a Fortnight We Analyzed
A Complete Analysis of Taylor Swift's anthology album Track one Fortnight Let’s go through Taylor’s anthology line by line and analyze it like the literary masterpiece it is! PLEASE NOTE: While I am a die-hard swiftie and could analyze this and the other songs with names and dates and completely tie it to events in Taylor’s life, here I will be analyzing it as a piece of literature and taking the names and fame out of the analysis.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Beat
Chapter 1
25 is the year of expectations. People expect you to have a career, they expect you to have a house, they expect you to be married or at least engaged, they expect you to be expecting. But for me 25 was a year of starting over. A new career, a new shitty apartment in a town I don’t know, and a newly single life after wasting 5 years with someone who never wanted a real commitment. I can’t help but think of the irony as Taylor’s “Foolish One” plays while I ponder how I didn’t see the glaringly obvious signs that he’d never give me what I truly wanted.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Chapters
Saying Goodbye
Could I actually? My heart beats and flutters like the strings of a guitar being strummed. I think I could, but I've never done this before. Would it be okay? Am I allowed to do this? My anxiety-driven mind begins to scream. Why would I do this? There's really no reason, I should just keep going. It's really not that bad.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Journal
The Widow's Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Tom had heard the ghost story many times but never believed it to be true. As skeptical as he was, though, there was a part of him, looking at the lit candle now, that thought . . . maybe. But no, it was impossible; it must have been some stupid high schooler playing a cruel prank on the town.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Horror
Exile
“This is great, man; I’m so proud of you,” I gave Doug a congratulatory thump on his back; he had been working on this gallery show for six months now. He always had a passion for the arts and had been planning an event like this since he was in high school.
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Critique
