#ttpdedit

[folklouire]

You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up-

Taylor Swift performing Peter at The Eras Tour | Stockholm, Sweden | May 17, 2024 (x)

[ificouldflybackhome]

OUR SONG & SO HIGH SCHOOL

[reputayswift]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY

merch concept - a patch/magnet for every track, excluding official patches (click for full quality) (poster edition)

[breathtakinglymiraculous]

Only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know: It's hell on earth to be heavenly. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. Clara Bow - The Tortured Poets Department (2024)

[thankyouaimees]

TAYLOR SWIFT — 'Fortnight' (feat. Post Malone)

[ohgaylor]

The Prophecy (redesign) (credit) — I’m so afraid I sealed my fate

[bruiselikeviolets]

ttpd + text posts/ tweets

[stephsxcorner]

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

[onlywantlove]

—who’s afraid of little old me?

[thekraken]

I love you, it's ruining my life FORTNIGHT (2024)

[aintmyjewelry]

for a fortnight

[ificouldflybackhome]

A PLACE IN THIS WORLD & I HATE IT HERE

[reputayswift]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT + literary references (part 1)

(sources: cassandra, who's afraid of little old me, peter, the prophecy)

[erinchristmaselvis]

Let it once be me.

[tryhoney]

TAYLOR SWIFT Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) (Official Music Video) dir. Taylor Swift

[torturedpoetsdepartment]

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.