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oh so everyone appreciates lwymmd all of a sudden
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taylor swift told me to speak now and then i never shut up
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Taylor Swift on The Eras Tour / July 7 / Kansas City, Missouri
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welcome to look what you made me do headquarters where the only thing that goes on here is a constant cycle of the old taylor not coming to the phone because she’s dead and rising up from the dead all the time because the true meaning of girlhood is to die a million times both in small imperceptible ways and in violent and explosive endings and to have every version of your self living within you while also knowing the past is a land you can no longer return to, both because it was your choice to move forward and because you had no choice but to move forward
#not to be that guy who brings up the ship of theseus at every possible chance#but it’s really like a ship of theseus on her selfhood and self understanding#like she’s rebuilding herself as the same but she’ll never be made from the same pieces#she both is and is not her childhood her past and her present#she can never go back but she never left
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@taylorswift, re-record illicit afairs but eras tour angry challenge.
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nobody has asked me if i know the lyrics to a bridge in a while and i gotta say i miss it
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It’s so ironic that there’s a part of tumblr that hates Taylor Swift so much when this website literally would not be up and running anymore without the swifties
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THE ERAS TOUR Kansas City, night one (x)
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And that's the thing about illicit affairs
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My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden
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drowning in the blue nile, he sent me downtown lights, i hadn't heard it in a while!!
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by all accounts she almost drowned when she was six in frigid water. craziest opening line in the history of opening lines
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We hereby conduct this post-mortem… Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. If I bleed you’ll be the last to know. I feel like I might sink and drown and die. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more. My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending. Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? I can't let you go, your handprints on my soul. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. My one and only, my lifeline. Remember how I said I'd die for you? Combat, I'm ready for combat. Threw out our cloaks and our daggers 'cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts but I would die for you in secret. You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself but do you know you're demolishing me? I am ash from your fire. Break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. "It only hurts this much right now" was what I was thinkin' the whole time. You assume I'm fine, and you don't really read into my melancholia. My depression works the graveyard shift. All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February. In the shade of how he was feeling. Catastrophic blues, my sadness is contagious. I know my pain is such an imposition. I dream of crackin' locks, throwin' my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks. Make it make some sense why the wound is still bleedin' and I'm fadin'. Just how low did you think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode? My spine split from carrying us up the hill and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all the gashes. Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick til we were too far gone to bring back to life. I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore for you. I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Our maladies were such we could not cure them. Two graves, one gun. Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving. The deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. My beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G. You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.
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