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he CANT DRIVE and hes FUCKING OTHER WOMEN
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Watching Kendrick Lamar create and record his verses on the Bad Blood remix was one of the most inspiring experiences of my life. I still look back on this collaboration with so much pride and gratitude, for the ways Kendrick elevated the song and the way he treats everyone around him. Every time the crowds on The Eras Tour would chant his line ‘you forgive, you forget, but you never let it… go!’, I smiled. The reality that Kendrick would go back in and re-record Bad Blood so that I could reclaim and own this work I’m so proud of is surreal and bewildering to me. I’m overjoyed to say that the Bad Blood Remix (featuring Kendrick Lamar) is available everywhere on the 1989 Deluxe Edition. 🫶🩵 http://taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion
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oh taylor ur absolutely unhinged and insane i love you
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taylor’s storytelling skills are out of this world, because seemingly all the vault songs are about her relationships, but i also heard was how personally affected she was by it all and by the reaction to it all. she wanted everything but at the same time felt she deserved nothing, and she was screaming but we didn’t even know the half of it. she felt low (i think about jumping off of very tall somethings), felt anxious (waiting is a sadness, fading into sadness, it won’t stop, im standing on a tightrope alone), and like she was giving herself up for nothing in the relationships (the more i gave, you’d want me less), felt suffocated by the public, and couldn’t feel like she could share any of it (only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery). like you can feel so much about how much she was overthinking about everything and spiraling.
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IS IT OVER NOWWWWWWW
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that was easily the best rerecording im going insane skfbekfnjf
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✨My name is Taylor and I was born in 1989 ✨
http://taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion
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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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Debut turns 17.
Taylor Swift (2006) reimagined as Taylor’s Diary.
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J: A SONG FROM 5 FUCKING YEARS AGO! OUR FAVORITE SONG FROM LOVER!
T: we just wanna say thank you so much for making cruel summer a hot 100 #1 and it's not even the summer anymore! it's deep fall! i'm wearing a sweater!
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HER SQUEALLLLLL I DIED
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TAYLOR SWIFT Los Angeles Chargers and Kansas City Chiefs Game (Oct 22, 2023)
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cuties 🫶
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“Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration. All those emotions — spanning from intense love, intense frustration, jealousy, confusion, all of that — in my mind, all those emotions are red. You know, there’s nothing in between. There’s nothing beige about any of those feelings, it all comes back to me, and it’s red.”
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HER BRACELET SAYS 87 NO ONE SPEAK TO ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Midnights by Taylor Swift || October 21, 2022
What keeps you up at night?
This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go for searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we'll meet ourselves.
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