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I hate to say this because it makes her previous work sound juvenile and that’s not my intention at all, but this just feels so mature to me? I don’t know how else to describe it. I know she does eras like no other, but this truly is something so different. I’m obsessed.

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anyone else’s brain going like… now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned screaming HE SAID! HE’D LOVE! ME ALL! HIS LIFE! my husband is cheating. I wanna kill him. I’m mad as hell cause I. LOVED. THIS. PLACE. we’re modern idiots. teenage petulance fuckitifIcan’thavehim

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“what TTPD song is your favorite?” simply the last one I listened to

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screaming, "but daddy I love him I'm having his baby!” no, I'm not, but you should see your faces

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Taylor wrote I Can Do It With A Broken Heart for all the girls who cried during Surface Pressure in Encanto

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not the mr steal yo girl line omg

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joe @ matty rn

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the more I listen the more I think the epitome of TTPD is that all men are trash however, unfortunately, I am straight

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why is no one talking about Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? and the mad woman implications. because you SHOULD BE

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So Long, London being a track five choice when loml and The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived were right there is actually so genius because track fives are typically sad and heartbreaking and gutting but anyone who has dealt with depression knows that under that sadness, under that hurt, is anger, and she is (rightfully) fucking angry.

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you paint dreamscapes on the wall… your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes… I talk shit with my friends… you shit talked me under the table… give you my wild, give you a child… talking rings and talking cradles…

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breaking down, I hit the floor all the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting “more”… the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten… there in her glittering prime… shimmering beautiful… I can read your mind… I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight…

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he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers

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screaming, "but daddy I love him I'm having his baby!” no, I'm not, but you should see your faces