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Giving a fan her coat🤝emptying her purse bc someone said they liked it🤝buying this girl the same outfit

she also did this at the rep party! friend of mine joked she liked her sweater and taylor was like i would give it to you if i had something on underneath fjhfjdjd

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guys. please

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on love arriving unannounced

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it's actually so crazy that people were dogging on blake for not talking about the dv aspect of the movie only for it to come out that the studio asked the cast to avoid the topic and justin did the opposite specifically to make her look bad

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The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky / A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector / The Testaments, Margaret Atwood / My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, Fredrik Backman / Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater / “I Exist I Exist I Exist,” Flatsound / The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath / post, tumblr user @twofigs / “From the Book of Time,” Mary Oliver / “Here Am I,” Anis Mojgani

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don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

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I want to thank every single one of you for being a part of the most thrilling chapter of my entire life to date, my beloved eras tour.

happy birthday Taylor Swift! (december 13th, 1989)

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folklore is a better overall album that flows better as a whole record but evermore has songs that stand out more then the ones on folklore

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To put it plainly, we just couldn’t stop writing songs. To try and put it more poetically, it feels like we were standing on the edge of the folklorian woods and had a choice: to turn and go back or to travel further into the forest of this music. We chose to wander deeper in and my collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore’s sister record is here. It’s called evermore.

evermore (2020)

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fave evermore lyrics for it's anniversary?

where do I begin when I am in fact on waves out being tossed by how much I love this album????

And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step / And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn't be forevermore

OK I'm going to go song by song for the rest haha

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night / Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure / "This dorm was once a madhouse," I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me" / How evergreen, our group of friends, Don't think we'll say that word again / And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through

ETA how could I have forgotten!!! "She would have made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head," they said

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins / Took this dagger in me and removed it / Gain the weight of you then lose it / Believe me, I could do it

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity

She says, "That ain't my Merlot on his mouth, that ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given is just shit we're dividin' up

Showed you all of my hiding spots, I was dancing when the music stopped / And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

It's never too late to come back to my side / The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to? / And if this is the long haul how'd we get here so soon?

And the old widow goes to the stone every day / But I don't, I just sit here and wait / Grieving for the living

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

So yeah, it's a fire, it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon / With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con

Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view

The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much / Long limbs and frozen swims, you'd always go past where our feet could touch

Should've kept every grocery store receipt 'cause every scrap of you would be taken from me / Watched as you signed your name Marjorie, all your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me

Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled / I'm fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles

um all of evermore but

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong / Writing letters addressed to the fire

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost / Sending signals to be double-crossed

In the cracks of light I dreamed of you / It was real enough to get me through

Matches burn after the other, pages turn and stick to each other / Wages earned and lessons learned but I'm right where you left me

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop / Glass shattered on the white cloth / Everybody moved on, I stayed there

When the words of a sister come back in whispers that prove she was not in fact what she seemed / not a twin from your dreams /She's a crook who was caught

That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul / You know when it's time to go

He's got my past frozen behind glass, but I've got me

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personally I'm celebrating evermore's anniversary for all the great reaction pics/gifs we've gotten out of the eras set

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four years ago, taylor’s grid aligned again, and we got our favorite sister sequel, evermore.

she’s the album that fills any void the holidays may bring, reminds us that our loved ones visit us in our dreams, and that sometimes the only path to healing is to wish for happiness.

going deeper into the woods today to celebrate 4 years of evermore. 🤎 https://taylor.lnk.to/evermorealbum

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I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed 🤝 I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger

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hey, that’s my man. she would have made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head. so inviting, i almost jump in. i’ll be yours for the weekend. i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it. her husband’s acting different and it smells like infidelity. all the years i’ve given is just shit we’re dividing up. it’s never too late to come back to my side. what’s a lifetime of achievement if i pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me? or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine. forever is the sweetest con. long story short, it was the wrong guy. i know better, but you’re still around. staying friends would iron it out so nice. can’t remember what i used to fight for. friends break up, friends get married. sometimes giving up is the strong thing.

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it is almost summer, somehow. i disintegrated in march and slept through april. i miss plums. i miss coming home. i miss my family. i miss fruit stands by the side of the road.

a lot is better now, just-personally. i can buy my own plums. i am surrounded by people who actually say sorry. i am in love. i am in therapy.

my friends and i lie in the grass and watch the crows overhead. i am 27 and learning how to longboard, even though it makes me kind of afraid to lose my teeth. i am confused by certain video game mechanics, which i used to pick up so easily.

it is okay, to miss a thing. i eat a grape (small plum, maybe?) and think about - the world is so easy to feel empty in, or too-full, or swirling. the days seem to exist in extremity - either where did the time go or why is this happening so slowly.

plums come back into season. i have been singing in the shower again. i often feel this strange edge in my thoughts; where the good-nature of my recovery comes slinking back in. like remembering how to hold without clutching.

i put one hand on the walls of my heart and i keep walking.

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head feels like it's going to explode thinking about: i was never good at telling jokes -> i think it's strange that you think i'm funny 'cause he never did -> i'm still trying everything to keep you laughing at me -> stopped trying to make him laugh