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taylor swift's social media: bio evolution (2013-2025)

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Marisol Muro, Kitties recharging with the Moon

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Dèsiré Honoré Bérard (detail)

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they're gonna recognize my eyes, my hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose!

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cooking our brains smoking that shit your daddy smoked in vietNAH AH AH AHM

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a bullet to the chest would hurt less

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there is a willow grows aslant a brook, that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; there with fantastic garlands did she come of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: there, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. /// don't ask me why i hate myself as i'm circling the drain 'cause death, it takes too long and i can't wait

ophelia from shakespeare's hamlet + tempest by ethel cain

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‘Tell me all the time not to worry’

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“To be known the way you should, Is to put yourself through hell” I’m done.

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红月 / Red Moon (Detail) - Huang Guangjian

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Its so painful trying to explain a feeling and failing. Sometimes loneliness bites with teeth so wicked it can only be described as a kind of starving. Soul deep in the watery grave of my ribs. This is the kind of pain that twines itself into the meat of your fingers. You cannot be touched without remembering, without feeling, without mourning. It’s like grieving yourself and also the millions of soulmates who were really just coincidences. A momentary gift from the universe. And you can never tell if it’s meant out of some kind of fascinated cruelty or if it’s a kindness, in the way the deep of the ocean drags you into the glistening silence of it once you’ve fallen too far. Someone told me, once, that perfection is unattainable. If you were perfect, the universe would retaliate; it would force you, one day, to slip. To miss the catch. To stand in the rain sobbing and be unable to force the right words, the magic ones, from your lipgloss smeared mouth. And it’s so poetic to feel all of it. To know the ache of existence in the way one knows the body of a lover and still stare at words as if they are dead things on paper. What a gift, to have talent to squander. And so life goes like this, and people love you in soft ways and they love you in bloody ways, and you will be held at the wrong times and you will cut through the gaps of hands like water at the right ones, and the marrow of you will recoil from the perfect person and lean, precarious, towards the radiation sickness of the wrong one, and the universe will watch you from the time between moments because it loves you for your joy and also your suffering. There is life in the struggle. It tries to tell you this and it will never manage; you, will have to be the one to tell it. So this is the way it goes. The beat of the universe knows your name. the suffering will wash away with the tide. the joy will bloom through the dark of your eyes once more. The feelings will be indescribable. But they are yours.

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see you next era ❤️‍🔥

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The Fate of Ophelia

extracts: the story of ophelia / the tragedy of hamlet, prince of denmark paintings: 1. ophelia by friedrich wilhem theodor heyser, 1900 / 2. ophelia by john everett millais, 1852 / 3. ophelia by marcus stone, 1888 / 4. ophelia by arthur hughes, 1852 / 5. ophelia by alexandre cabanel, 1883

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Taylor Swift's first twelve albums

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The Life Of A Showgirl

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Taylor Swift's first twelve albums