How y’all doin’???
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It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time
(It's you and me)
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
(What if I told you I'm back?)
(It's fearless; It's you and me)
It's been a long time coming
(Big reputation)
It's been a long time coming
(And they said, "Speak now")
It's been a long time coming
(My name is Taylor and I was born in 1989)
(Straight from the tortured poets department)
It's been a long time coming
(Hey)
It's been a long time coming
(Evermore)
(Lovin' him was red)
It's been a long time coming
(Red, red; It's you and me)
It's been a long time coming
(Meet me at midnight)
(Lover; Nice)
(Lover)
Taylor
THIS ALBUM HOLY SHIT
Your pfp is so pretty 😍💖
aaah thanks! it's because i like pretty (gay) people LOL !!!
Okay okay.. just another koincidence I’m sure.
Please, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative. It’s ruining my life 😭
I can’t listen to ‘random’ music anymore without you two koincidencing (yes – I just decided that it’s a verb).
I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me
It’s been torture not marching alongside our fellow poets! To celebrate National Poetry Day, we’re publishing an abridged version of our Chairman’s manuscript: THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT | TS The Eras Tour Setlist chapter. Whether you’re missing tour or preparing to crash our party this fall, this is required streaming for all Department members. 🥁🤍
Just normal girls living their normal longevity lifestyle
The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Oscar Wilde
(I did NOT photoshop the 💋 into the tiktok videos, no I did not)
It’s been a long time coming babes..
Burn it all down 💋💋💋
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“LORD DARLINGTON. My life--my whole life. Take it, and do with it what you will. . . . I love you--love you as I have never loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, adoringly, madly! You did not know it then--you know it now! Leave this house to-night. I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely--or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! Oh, my love, choose.”
Lady Windermere's Fan
Oscar Wilde 1893
Isn’t fall great? ✨ 🎭
karliekloss via Instagram: Looking forward to fall 💙✨
« the real story unfolds not in the boom, but in the sigh, the slow unraveling like a magician's silk, frayed thread by thread »
The only split I may comment on is the split in the narrative. Be astute and discerning; look beyond the glitter and smoke. The real magic, you see, isn't in the grand vanishings or levitating doves. It's in the whispers, the cracks in the veneer, the clues you might miss while your eyes chase the spotlight.
Be wary of distraction, yearn not just for the grand ta-da, but heed the hushed murmurs that precede it. The real story unfolds not in the boom, but in the sigh, the slow unraveling like a magician's silk, frayed thread by thread.
Don't let the flourish of anticipation blind you to the tiny tears in the fabric. The marked card, the hidden trapdoor; they exist not just in illusions on stage, but in the lives we live. Watch for the chipped edges of smiles, the flicker of doubt in familiar eyes, the whispers that dance on the periphery of laughter.
For cracks, like secrets, have a way of widening in the shadows, unnoticed until the light shifts, revealing the chasm you never saw coming. Don't be the audience applauding the levitation, oblivious to the floorboards creaking beneath your feet. The true magic, the poignant truth, lies in the descent, not the ascent.
So heed the sighs, the silences, the subtle shifts in tone. The real drama, the heartbreaking beauty of it all, unfolds not in a grand finale, but in the quiet unraveling. The magician's greatest illusion is the one you choose not to see. So keep your eyes peeled, friends, for the real story, the one whispered between the lines, is the one that truly leaves you breathless.
🫚
“i never quit caring” -😂😂😂- “i just can’t quit you”
“birds of a feather we should stick together”
i used to skip class in high school to go to concerts
and pinned the tickets on my bedroom door
(which is kind of stupid come to think of it now)
(if you don’t want your parents to find out somehow)
didn’t allow me to go and see placebo
went to muse without telling
2003
i was fifteen
badass 😂
a note my dad wrote in a book he gave me
jonathan franzen - freedom
ripped the page out
because i had to leave the book behind
somewhere in australia
a backpack ain’t a hogwards trunk 🫠
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“like a bird on a wire”
Conversation with friend(s) - recycled
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TAYLOR f*cking ALISON SWIFT
🤯🤯🤯🤯
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
i’m scared
this is starting to feel like a never ending fever dream
or more like a (girlfriend in) a coma
it’s serious i know
but please take us with you when you go
people who write cute little songs about their animals are my No.3 no matter what Until noticed otherwisemadhouse going all in
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