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[jackiietaylor]

TAYLOR SWIFT The Tortured Poets Department

[coldasyou]

via spotify

[bejeweleds]

The professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards. Then the actors were hitting their marks, and the slow dance was a light within the sparks. And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at least she knew what the agony had been for. THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

[lavenderhazes]

for a fortnight

[lovandfear]

the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.

[theinkbleeds]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted.

[jackiietaylor]

FORTNIGHT music video Taylor Swift ft. Post Malone

[coldasyou]

old habits die screaming

[bejeweleds]

LONDON BOY (Lover, 2019) SO LONG, LONDON (The Tortured Poets Department)

[taylorswift-edit]

TAYLOR SWIFT / TTPD PHOTOSHOOT

All’s fair in love and poetry.”

[goldenstattoo]

— all's fair in love and in poetry

[emilyjean-stone]

I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all

[jackiietaylor]

FEARLESS The Eras Tour

[velsgifs]

Sacred prayer and we'd swear to remember it all too well

Taylor Swift for All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

[bejeweleds]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT 🪶 April 19 2024 — And so I 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.

[taylorswift-edit]

And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith / This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots