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Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl.
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“wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark.” - taylor swift // willow
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the crown is stained but you're the real queen flesh and blood amongst war machines you're the new god we're worshipping promise to be dazzling
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So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it you've got no reason to be afraid
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Your Midas touch on the Chevy door. November flush and your flannel cure. "This dorm was once a madhouse." I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me." ★ EVERMORE (2020)
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TAYLOR SWIFT Apple Music Interview (2020) | The Eras Tour (2023)
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death, taxes, and the reputation bodysuit are the only certainties in this life
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Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate
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the crown is stained but you're the real queen flesh and blood amongst war machines you're the new god we're worshipping promise to be dazzling
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In Summation by Taylor Swift
At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding
As you might all unfortunately recall
I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity
Which explains my plea here today of temporary insanity
You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things
Lovers spend years denying what's ill fated
Resentment rotting away galaxies we created
Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan
Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never align.
And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky
Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight
Bursting through
Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new
And so I was out of the oven
And into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave
How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could barely lift
But loneliness struck at that fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips
He never even scratched the surface of me.
None of them did.
“In summation, it was not a love affair!”
I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then cardiac arrest.
A smirk creeps onto this poet's face
Because it's the worst men that I write best.
And so l enter into evidence
My tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, tick, tick of love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink All's fair in love and poetry
Sincerely,
The Chairman
of The Tortured Poets Department
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my “The Tortured Poets Department”-inspired sketches…
Hope you like it. @taylorswift
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
merch concept - a patch/magnet for every track (click for full quality)
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people haven’t always been there for me but music always has.
@tolerateit’s editing prompt of the month: favourites (top three taylor swift albums) @lgbtqcreators creator bingo: favourite musician | comfort | free choice | favourite celebrity (temp.)
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