taylorswift we need a recipe for these please! 🍪🍪🍪
MMMKAY— there are two ways you can go about this.
The quick and easy way is to make sugar cookies from a sugar cookie mix and just cut open a packet of chai tea and pour it into the batter as you make it. Cause you’re busy and you want making cookies to be a chill part of your day.
If you want to make the cookies from scratch (that’s what I did for the 1989 Secret Sessions), you can use this recipe I found on a baking blog I like, joythebaker.com and I believe it was originally from a book called The Pastry Queen. If you want another great baking blog, I get a lot of great ideas from smittenkitchen.com too. This is a recipe for basic insanely good sugar cookies. I added the chai element to the recipe because I thought it would infuse cozy holiday vibez into the cookie and it really did. So I’ll star the part that I added in the recipe.
***after you add the egg and vanilla, cut one chai tea packet open and empty the crushed up tea leaves into the batter CAUSE CHAI COOKIES ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN UP IN HERE***
I made an icing for the cookies, but they’re fine on their own. If you want to make icing for them, just mix 1 cup powdered sugar with 1/4 T-spoon of nutmeg, 1/4 T-spoon of cinnamon and 3 TAYblespoons <—-(I’m so annoying, it astounds me sometimes) of milk or eggnog if you can find it this time of year. The more milk/eggnog you add, the more your icing will become a glaze. But glazes are legit too so basically just LIVE YOUR LIFE.
I lightly sprinkled cinnamon over the icing once the cookies were baked and iced, but there are so many icing options you can pair with these cookies—I mean it’s out of control.
If you’re really feeling like living on the edge, you can go ahead and add a few drops of food coloring to the icing to make it festive. No one is going to stop you.
Cause the bakers gonna bake bake bake bake bake.
Taylor Swift’s reactions to her fans talking about dying at the 1989 Secret Sessions on The Graham Norton Show
I’ve just never been more proud.
I need a Compass.
#working on it
It’s a beautiful place to be
But I haven’t found it yet
I still remind myself to breathe
But I still find myself filled with regret
I’ve lost my sense of direction
And my sense that things will come through
When will everything fall into place
When will I come home
Come home to you
A compass will lead the way
So I don’t have to take this day by day
A guide that provides answers, not riddles
And doesn’t leave me a cast away
But there is still music
Even when the skies stay gray
I still hear the music
That song is what keeps me at bay.
Work in progress.
Fear of the future (another long ass rant)
#i will take anything
I’m tired of constantly worrying and fearing that I’m making the right choices in my life. It’s like it’s been built into me to be scared all the time, not knowing who I want to be or what I want. ‘I don’t know’ seems to be on repeat in my mind.
Even now, after so much time has passed, I just wish I were a normal person who would just pick some normal, repetitive lifestyle as my future plan because I can’t be satisfied with the plan I have now. I’m scared. I’m so scared of being a failure. I’d rather gouge my eye out than be one of those people trapped in a shitty job because they made the wrong choices in life. Well, maybe not THAT but I feel pretty close to that.
When people ask me what I’m studying or what I want to do, I just want to punch them. Here’s my ill conceived plan, I’ll say, and then go into an explanation of my phenomenal career plan that I’m making up on the spot just to impress you. Now leave me alone. Whenever I get that look of skepticism whenever I went into my long explanation of ‘I still don’t know what I want to do with my life,’ I just want to tell you how much I don’t want to be another boring person like you with a crap 9-5 job that I hate just cause I wanted to make money. Sure, you’re doing well enough to not be you know starving or living on the streets, but are you happy? Cause I sure as hell wouldn’t be if I were you. You and your boring repetitive lifestyle can go suck it.
I just wish I knew what I wanted so I can commit to SOMETHING. The only thing I can seemingly commit to is not committing to anything.
Also, I wish I could be more like people my age instead and you know have a boyfriend or a dog or something that can express understanding or just listen just so I can avoid posting all my crap on Tumblr. I’m just lucky I’m allergic to cats so I won’t turn into one of those ladies who lives with their 27 cats cause all I can see is spinsterhood in my future love life. Why can’t we just find someone who feels for us the way we feel for them? Do relationships need to be this hard or impossible?
Does everything have to be this difficult?
Maybe it’s just me.
"Well son, it all started when your mother liked my selfie. #21stCenturyLoveStories"
"She’s my alpha," he murmured, with a haunting sadness in his voice."