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this has been on my mind since ttpd came out but…
“i keep these longings locked, in lowercase inside a vault”
for some reason makes me think of the rep tv vault
and i’m not saying this is like an easter egg or a hint or that im like only focusing on rep tv or whatever like this is not me looking for clues or anything, that’s just where my mind went when i first heard that line
i kind of interpret that line as her trying to stifle these feeling towards this person in a way and that she’s not saying them out loud, let alone loudly, like she’s keeping them to herself, but maybe she’s keeping these longings to herself because she knows that it’s delicate
honestly, i think it may just be a nod or some kind of connection to some lyrics from rep, and there also a lot of connections between guilty as sin? and songs like false god and don’t blame me with all of the religious metaphors (idk if that’s actually the right term tbh, also there are a lot of religious references in ttpd and im not saying they all connect either) but i just thought it was interesting ig
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holy shit???!?? …. Holy shit
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LOML — TAYLOR SWIFT
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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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it’s a good day to be a swiftie
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"Breaking down, I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "More"." just kills me. All those fans wanting more and more and more from Taylor when she already given so damn much of herself. I keep thinking about all those times Taylor released an album and fans were already moaning about the next album/rerecord. My heart breaks & blood boils.
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i wish i knew taylor swift personally so i could congratulate her on ttpd but also so i could tell her to put the smallest man who ever lived (even more angry version) on the eras tour setlist and also to just let her know if she needs a backup singer for her backup singer im here
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my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue (lover) / when your cascade, ocean wave blues come (peace) / don’t want no other shade of blue but you (hoax) / who would you be sad with? who would you deal with when they were sad and like gray skies everyday for months - would you still stay? (long pond studio sessions) / you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days (so long, london)
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on hope chests, or promising a daughter forever
peter - taylor swift
hope chest - wikipedia
theantiqueaquarius - instagram
but daddy i love him - taylor swift
wendy - maisie peters
hope chest for a daughter - amish outlet store
sad beautiful tragic - taylor swift
hope is the thing with feathers - emily dickinson
the wedding dress - frederick elwell
loml - taylor swift
the prophecy - taylor swift
peter - taylor swift
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this morning am also obsessed with “you and I go from one kiss to getting married” because one interpretation of it is a whirlwind romance, jumping in feet first consequences be damned (the “one glimpse” of it all), but another is just about how quickly the years go by. One day you’re kids caught up in the rush of new love, the next it’s a decade later and you have a whole life together. The years may be long but they also go by in the blink of an eye and there’s a whole lot of life that happens in between that feels like it flew by and slipped through your fingers (the “I gave you all that youth for free” of it all). It just says so much in such a simple phrase.
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now I’m 𝒹ₒ𝓌ₙ ᵦₐ𝒹 crying at the gym, everything comes. out. teen-age. pet-u-lance. F👽CK it if I can’t have him…I just might die 🤷‍♀️ it would make no diff-er-ence 💁‍♀️ 𝒹ₒ𝓌ₙ ᵦₐ𝒹, waking up in blood…staring at the sky come. back. and. pick-me-up. F🛸CK it if I can’t have us…I might just. not. get. up. 🤷‍♀️ I might stay 𝒹ₒ𝓌ₙ ᵦₐ𝒹 🧎‍♀️
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they told me all of my cages were mental / I just learned these people only raise you to cage you / you caged me and then you called me crazy / you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me / my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences / this cage was once just fine, am I allowed to cry? / I dream of crackin' locks / each new enemy turns to steel / they become the bars that confine you in your own little golden prison cell / but I knew you, living in a gold age, sneaking to my bird cage / gold cage, hostage to my feelings / cause they got the cages, they got the boxes / 2 years of labor, locks, and ceilings / it was the great escape, the prison break / fresh out the slammer
taylor swift x cages
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Taylor Swift + Track 5
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HE WAS A HOT HOUSE FLOWER TO MY OUTDOORSMAN
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favourite 2024 albums → THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY by Taylor Swift
"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."
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"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. all’s fair in love and poetry.” — sincerely, the chairman of the tortured poet’s department
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post listening to ttpd mood board
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