tris. 24. she/her for taylor swift
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I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me. I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ★ REPUTATION (2017)
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BAD BLOOD — Taylor Swift, Kendrick Lamar (2013)
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six weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke. were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?
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Even if I die screaming And I hope you hear it
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this is a little reminder to open your windows and get some fresh air. maybe even stick your head out and inhale deeply. after you’ve done that, go get a glass of water and some snacks. everything is gonna be okay.
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I didn't say hanging out I said spending time of course he can't leave the hotel but who said she can't spend time with him there
the NFL
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Taylor could go outside wearing the most beautiful outfit looking ethereally gorgeous and some loser on twitter would still be like “can I be brave and say I think she looks boring? I will claim persecution by swifties if you disagree with me btw.”
#it’s so crazy bc her outfits have been so good lately#but since she is taylor swift they have to say she is boring publicly#so they get sympathy from their mutuals or something 😭#like objectively these outfits are good#and if it was another pop girly you would be gagging#but since it’s taylor it’s automatically boring like 😭
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“In summation, it was not a love affair!” I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk. It was mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest. A smirk creeps onto this poet’s face because it’s the worst men that I write best. And so I enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms, my muses, acquired like bruises, my talismans and charms. The tick, tick, tick of love bombs. My veins of pitch black ink. All’s fair in love and poetry.
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