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is anyone ready to talk about the pipeline from “knew he was a killer first time that i saw him / wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted / but if he’s a ghost, then i can be a phantom” to “my beloved ghost and me / sitting in a tree / d-y-i-n-g”… or is it still too soon?

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and I hope it’s SHITTY IN THE BLACK DOG

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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

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a black dog, a tattooed golden retriever and a stolen keylime green dog walk into a bar

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put this in the louvre

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you win some

you lose some

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i can picture john mayer one hour and fifty nine minutes into tortured poets. he’s about to let out a sigh of relief. he hears taylor singing about his french press.

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me after listening to the most emotionally devastating song I have ever heard because an even more upsetting one is about to start

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what i think this album did was separate people who treat taylor as taylor swift the human vs taylor swift the brand

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I literally can’t stop thinking about how the literal FIRST lyrics we ever heard about Joe were “Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him” and then spends every song on TTPD about how loving him was literally killing her. Idk idk idk

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CAUSE IM A REAL TOUGH KID I CAN HANDLE MY SHIT THEY SAID BABE YOU GOTTA FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT AND I DID

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The Tortured Poets Department is a great reminder that women don't owe the world pretty. Taylor Swift doesn't owe anyone an easily digestible pretty pop album wrapped in a bow with short songs you can make TikToks to. She's allowed to present something raw, uncomfortable, and vulnerable to the world.

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Only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know: It's hell on earth to be heavenly. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. Clara Bow - The Tortured Poets Department (2024)