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todays a good day for annoying people (aka me)
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it’s a good day to be a swiftie
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the bolter
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I openly identify as a Reputation-Evermore girlie at heart, for reasons I can't articulate fully
not including folklore bc they're sisters
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Concept art by MARY BLAIR for CINDERELLA (1950)
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the tortured poets department — class of 2024
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this may be a complete coincidence but taylor did in fact wait out the shitstorm before people found out about her breakup in texas during the arlington shows, and the first place she toured in once people knew was florida lol.
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Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?
Today is the only day all year that you can reshare this. 👀
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The Tortured Poets Department, Amazon Music Track By Track Audios
here's clara bow. tumblr wouldn't let me upload it bc of the limit
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there’s something so painstakingly beautiful about the way taylor (literally) screams when she sings ‘cause old habits die screaming’ in the black dog and how it purposefully sounds painfully aching each chorus until the very end when she just whispers it because she tried and tried and tried to make him hear her until she just gave up :’(
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I love writing songs because I love preserving memories, like putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had. I like to use nostalgia as inspiration when I’m writing songs for the same reason I like to take photographs. I like to be able to remember the extremely good and extremely bad times. I want to remember the colour of the sweater, the temperature of the air, the creak of the floorboards, the time on the clock when your heart was stolen or shattered or healed or claimed forever.
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in this moment now, capture it, remember it ;
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thinking a lot about the pipeline from “give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other” to “holding tight to your quiet resentment”
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thinking about “two graves, one gun” and “you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same”
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