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REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

The people are asking to hear my voice

But the country is facing a difficult choice

And if you were to ask me who I'd promote

[Kamala] has my vote

I can do it with a broken heart is genuinely so depressive episode whilest being in a musical coded, like yeah I’m sparkly and in full glam makeup and singing about getting married , sure I go home and stare at my pills for hours praying for a burst of strength to either take the bottle or to get up and leave, but like this show would fall apart without me doing everything behind the scenes and they can’t replace me this late so really I’m being silly and selfish so I need to get over this already

I know almost everyone thought that Taylor Swift was gonna announce Rep TV Last night or tonight but honestly, I don’t she’ll do it on tour, and if she does, it’ll probably be after she sings all the 1989 vault tracks as surprise songs. I thought that when she played ‘Is It Over Now?’ But now that she played ‘Sl*t!’ (Idk if I can write that on here) I think she’ll wait until each of those songs have been played, to like end the 1989 era officially, then open up with a Reputation song or something 🤷‍♀️

That’s just a theory tho.

I can't deal with this. Fuck it. Give me time to processsss. Who's afraid of little old me, well right now I am

Taylor Swift should be studied. Here's a women who takes each and every one of her emotions, mistakes, triumphs and all other parts of her and makes music out of it, creating something beautiful out of her sorrows. And the whole world wait with baited breath to listen to what a women has to say. From being called over emotional and sentimental to emotionally listening to a album at 3am at the same time as the rest of the world, for once being proud to be vulnerable, connecting with millions of women and their experiences. Becoming one through music. It's so beautiful.

Poetry appeals to our base emotions and makes us week , fuck it Plato it only made us stronger. I don't know what I am writing but I am grateful for this even admist all the controversy surrounding her.

hiiii

I had to write an assignment for my english class about a song that explores any aspect of a romantic relationship that you've experienced. It was only a paragraph but i'm still really proud of it and decided to post it. The song I chose was the prophecy by taylor swift. a song very dear to me.

Anyways. Here it is;

I sat with myself about what song best described my experience. I started going down a list of songs from all the different artists I listen to. From The 1975 to Lorde to Lana Del Rey but ultimately settled on the queen of love songs herself. Taylor Swift. As a fan of her it was a hard choice but as a lover of her newest album, The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology, The prophecy was the right choice. Being a melodramatic Twenty-One-year-old hopeless romantic I often feel as though I’m going to be alone forever, a truly fearful fate. So, when I listened to the song for the first time I related to Swift’s feelings of hopelessness portrayed through her lyricism. The feeling of hopelessness one only feels when the presumed love of their life slips through their fingers. I am not the only one, The prophecy having 183,309,275 plays on Spotify alone the fans also resonated with the sad ballad. Even outside of her regular listeners people are seeing how much weight her words have. Swift is getting young girls through their girlhood since her debut in 2006 through her lyrics and haven’t stopped since. Her lyrics are truly more than just lyrics; It’s poetry and All’s fair in love and poetry.

I ended up removing a quote I used from an article I used around the seventh sentence just because it's from a local college to me.

I love this song so very much. I will forever be a mirrorball, YOYOK, and a hate it here girlie until I die.

i hate it here - taylor swift

I actually would've died if the 1975 or lorde was a ft on 1989

and no features!! tbh kinda relieved???

haven't stopped thinking about this tbh

hello?????????

mommy

everybody's watching her...

AM I DREAMING RN!?!? 😲🤍

It’s a 2am surprise: The Tortured Poets Department is a secret DOUBLE album. ✌️ I’d written so much tortured poetry in the past 2 years and wanted to share it all with you, so here’s the second installment of TTPD: The Anthology. 15 extra songs. And now the story isn’t mine anymore… it’s all yours. 🤍 https://taylor.lnk.to/ttpd-theanthology

I'm so excited OMG!!!

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.

And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.

https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment

Finally wrote this!! Check it out here -> I Know Places

In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

This one's been an EXTREMELY long time coming, but here it is! -> I Know Places

In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

Taylor Swift Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

☆ - headcanons

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Taylor Swift

"People are going to judge you anyway, so you might as well do what you want."

I Know Places - Taylor and you try everything in your power to hide your relationship from paparazzi during your date. [♡]

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Taylor Swift Inspired Fics Masterlist

I Know Places | Taylor Swift

Pairing: Taylor Swift x fem!reader (actress!reader)

Summary: Taylor and you try everything in your power to hide your relationship from paparazzi during your date.

Warning/s: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, allusions to homophobia, paparazzi, secret relationship, kissing, fear of getting hate, some parts of the song are removed (I'm sorry), a few curse words, grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Was listening to I know places Taylor's Version while doing homework and got ✨️inspired✨️ so here you go.

You stand with your hand on my waistline

It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight

I can hear them whisper as we pass by

It's a bad sign, bad sign

You could feel excitement fill every inch of your body as you walked alongside your adoring girlfriend, Taylor, along the surprisingly, but intentionally, quiet narrow street while your hand was securely locked onto her waist as she had her arm placed around your shoulders.

It was a very hot summer day in New York, the sun was at it's highest peek and surprisingly, even thought it's New York, not a lot of people were out. Instead of enjoying the heat and the light, almost nonexistent cool breeze, like Taylor and you, a lot of people stayed at home in desperate need of cooling down.

But the heat didn't bother you as you both walked along the street with your sundresses on. Taylor's blue sundress was matching her eyes perfectly, she almost looked too good to be real. The sunglasses were shielding your eyes from the sun as you two went to your date.

And even though you were so excited to spend the day on a date with your gorgeous girlfriend, you couldn't help but to feel nervousness flowing through your veins, consuming you entirely.

Taylor and you met at the premiere of your new film one and a half years ago and you instantly felt something at that moment on the red carpet as you locked your eyes with the pair of the bluest eyes you ever saw. You're heart skipped a few beats and you felt like you were drowning every time you looked at them.

From that point on you started dating. In secret. Nobody but your close friends and families knew. You knew that you could trust them, that they would have your back.

Every day with her felt like a dream. A dream that could easily be taken away forever.

You were always sneaking off, away from the public eye to be together. When you were under the everlasting watchful eyes of the press and in front of cameras you always played it of as friends. Yeah, friends. Best friends for sure. What a load of crap. But you had no choice, you had to keep your relationship to yourself because you were both scared. She was a successful singer and songwriter, you were the fresh new face of the Hollywood. You could only imagine what would happen if two golden stars like you were exposed in public because of your relationship. You both loved each other so much, but the hate comments would get too much, you both knew it.

So, for each other safety, you kept your relationship away from the praying eyes of the world.

But even though there is this bad side in the secret relationship, there were always moments like this. The two of you walking along with each other, the thrill of sneaking of and having a little secret and moments like those are one of the reasons for your happiness. Although, the only thing you wanted was to hold her whenever, kiss her whenever, make the whole world know that she's yours. You both wanted it.

Finally the two of you arrived at the little coffee shop at the corner of the narrow street. You looked through the gigantic mirrors of the shop and realized that the shop was empty enough, only the bartender and other two costumers were here. It couldn't be that bad, you figured, but you couldn't help the strange feeling creeping up on you as Taylor and you entered the shop.

The two of you sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the shop before the bartender arrived. With the nervous look you two ordered some coffee for yourselves before you watched the guy who took your order walk away.

You couldn't help but to look at Taylor after he left and to confess, "I don't like how he looked at us."

"To be completely honest," Taylor said as she took off her sunglasses and placed it on the hard wood of the table. "Me neither."

Pretty soon you got your order and you started to chat, but you couldn't help but to steal a glance at the bartender. And sure enough there he was. On the other side of the coffee shop, whispering into his phone as he kept stealing small glances at the two of you.

"Love, I'm sorry to interrupt you," You told Taylor who stopped talking once you said that and looked at you in concern, her hand that was placed in yours and looked like something more than just friends, tightened it's hold on your hand. "But that guy is giving me such ick."

Taylor turned her head a bit and looked at the bartender seeing him whispering in his phone, too. She slowly turned her head back to you as she lowered her voice that was drowning in worry.

"This isn't good."

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes

And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

With the shift of the atmosphere in the air you continued to quietly whisper to each other trying to continue enjoying you date as much as you possibly could. But then in the corner of your eye you noticed a flash of light. You turned your head towards the glass window, feeling yourself instantly regret your decision.

"Taylor," You whispered quitly, your lips quivering a bit as you spoke trying to warn her. "The paparazzi are here and they're taking photos."

She momentarily froze at your words, her eyes widening a little as she looked at you slightly terrified. "Where?"

"They're outside," You continued to whisper. "Across the street. At least 10."

She slightly turned her gaze to look outside and once she did she quickly reached her sunglasses that were comfortably placed on the table. "It's TMZ. We gotta go."

You both threw some money on the table to pay for the drinks, you grabbed your own pair of sunglasses off of the table, quickly using them to shield your eyes.

She grabbed your hand in process and started to lead you out of the front door. Of course, the bartender who called TMZ on you most certainly wouldn't let you use the back entrance so you had no choice. You had to face the paparazzi outside.

Taylor looked at you and even behind the sunglasses you noticed something in her gorgeous blue eyes. There was worry, but also something that you see very often but didn't quite expect it now. Mischief and, most of all, determination.

The moment you walked outside there was yelling and questioning. You felt panic raising in your chest as Taylor tugged your hand. And just like that you started to run away as the flashes of the cameras and the yelling of the paparazzi followed.

Baby, I know places we won't be found, and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide

I know places

I know places

The next day wasn't any different from the moment that you woke up.

Taylor and you were still lying in bed, sun barely graced the morning sky yet. And as you slept, wrapped up in the sheets and Taylor's arms you were awoken by the sound of your phone constantly ringing.

You're friends and families was constantly messaging and calling you. Even Taylor's manager called you and texted you multiple times. There was a new article on the internet. It displayed the photos of Taylor and you from yesterday.

On the top of the article, in dramatically big capital letters, was written the headline that said: "BEST FRIENDS OR MORE?!?! SINGER AND SONGWRITER TAYLOR SWIFT AND ACTRESS Y/N Y/L/N CAUGHT KISSING!"

Below the headline, there were multiple photos of the two of you. One photo displayed Taylor and you stealing a kiss on the street, your hand around her waist and her arm around your shoulders. It was before you even entered that coffee shop. Then there was a photo of you holding hands and looking at each other with so much love as you two whispered to each other. And, finally, there were multiple photos of Taylor and you running away from the paparazzi.

That's how you ended up here, leaned against the kitchen counter as your eyes followed every move that Taylor made.

You were going to announce your relationship so that you could possibly prevent, or at least lower the number of rumors that were putting the whole internet on a spiral already.

Just as Taylor looked up at you, you got a notification on your phone that said that Taylor made an Instagram post.

You clicked on the notification and you were met, face to face, with the photo that you took a few days ago. On the photo Taylor and you were sitting by the window, holding each other as she leaned down to press a kiss against your lips. The caption of the post said "Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time! ♡"

"It's perfect." You told her, smiling.

"I love you." She smiled back as you replied. Taylor then walked over to you, bringing you in for a kiss that made you melt against her.

At that moment you knew that you would miss the thrill of sneaking off, stolen kisses and touching, and longing glances across the rooms. But you knew that you would finally be able to show her of as yours and that was everything that you ever wanted.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Not this time

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In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

ok Champagne Problems is litterally Back To December if it was written like All too Well

album of my life🤍

@taylorswift @taylornation

Fanfiction writers know what a new Taylor album entails: an arsenal of new lyric titles

Me having a normal day then remembering that Taylor Swift wrote "the altar is my hips"

"I'm getting tired even for a pheonix, always rising from her ashes, mending all her gashes, you might have just dealt the final blow"

"I can't feel a pulse. My heart won't start anymore for you 'cause you're losing me"

"I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy, and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your army frontlines, don't you ignore me. I'm the best thing at this party"

"And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her"

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