#taylorswift swifties lover

[rainbowfelions]

Stunning 💜

📸 credit to phillyswiftieee in Twitter

[glittercatsandtaylorswift]

The dress, the myth, the legend

The og purple dress has made a comeback,

Tonight’s theme is nostalgia.

Toronto night 4

@taylorswift @taylornation

[folksyswift]

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.

[theysaidspeaknoww]

It's brighter now, now...

[juli7li8]

Combat, I'm ready for combat...💖 LOVER (art Nouveau version)

[truthdarespinbottles]

The Eras Tour | November 11th, 2023 | Buenos Aires, Argentina

[debut-era]

meet me in the afterglow

[angeblancrose]

♡ TS albums in TTPD design !

designed by @angeblancrose ! pls don't repost or copy without credits! pictures used, belong to the rightful owners! (fan edit only)

On the occasion of Taylor's b'day, I decided to finally post the album covers I designed, inspired by the layout of "The Tortured Poets Anthology" album cover. If you like them, be sure to heart this post &/ reblog it <3

Feel free to follow me for more TS inspired edits & designs!

[yourivygrowss13]

Ok I’m dead don’t talk to me 😭😭😭😭

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

Every Taylor Swift Music Video -> Lover buy me a coffee?

[goldenstattoo]

you're my, my, my, my lover

[rainbowfelions]

🥺🥺 Photo credit to holygroundly on Twitter

[glittercatsandtaylorswift]

Moonstone ✨✨

[folksyswift]

I'm just a girl… I'm alone, on my own. No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, nobody ever lets me in. Something different bloomed writing in my room. I see the great escape, I play my songs in the parking lot just to learn that my dreams aren't rare. Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission but I'm ready to fly in the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame. No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in L.A. and the camera flashes make it look like a dream. The kind of radiance you only have at 17, making my own name, chasing that fame. The crown is stained, but you're the real queen selling dreams, selling make up and magazines and your secrets end up splashed on the news front page. No cameras catch my pageant smile and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles. They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" and I did. Cause ladies always rise above, so I became the butt of the joke. Talk your talk and go viral 'cause, baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. Crowd goes wild at her fingertips but there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. I was in the alley surrounded on all sides. Brought a knife to a gunfight. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and tried to tell the town. You said the gun was mine, so they filled my cell with snakes. They say I did something bad then tell me I'm despicable. People look at me like I'm a monster. Now they're screaming that they hate me. I can feel the flames on my skin, and you find something to wrap your noose around. They're burning all the witches even if you aren’t one. So light me, and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too. So I leap from the gallows, and I levitate down your street. I didn't want to have to haunt you but I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined. They say, "move on", but all I think about is karma. I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth. My pennies made your crown. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. The knife cuts both ways, look at how my tears ricochet. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. It still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, and I can go anywhere I want just not home. He's got my past frozen behind glass but I've got me. I’m still on that trapeze. I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me. Lights, camera, bitch smile. I can still make the whole place shimmer. I pushed each boulder up the hill, climbed right back up the cliff 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned. Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here. Always risin' from the ashes 'cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this. And at last she knew what the agony had been for. I built a legacy that you can't undo. Long story short, I survived. You're on your own, kid. You always have been.

[taylorvinyl]

Lover

[tiedtogetherwith]