i don’t make the rules, my brain does and unfortunately that bitch is chemically imbalanced

Pedro Pascal © Daria Kobayashi Ritch | GQ USA, July 2018.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY

merch concept - a patch/magnet for every track (click for full quality)

Lana Del Rey at Coachella 2024

Jane Austen was right when she said “I am half agony, half hope.”

andrew scott photographed by venetia scott for interview magazine, 2024

Taylor Swift (feat. Florence + The Machine), from Florida!!!

what happened to moodboards. you guys used to love moodboards

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

i love you albums! i love you listening to the songs in the original order! i love you intros and outros! i love you interludes! i love you concept albums! i love you music!

I'm lonely, but I'm good I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine .. (I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift)

FORTNIGHT Taylor Swift (feat. Post Malone)

t.s - the tortured poets department🌙

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.

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.

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo