#( the tortured queues department )

[jjameslily]

taylor swift + peter pan

"you said you were gonna grow up... then you were gonna come find me."

[itwaslegendary]

because it’s been 1 month since ttpd, drop your top 3 in the tags! :)

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand -> And so I enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms / My muses, acquired like bruises, my talismans and charms

[iavender-haze]

🎼 for your 1k celebration, ttpd title track or imgonnagetyouback

but i’m gonna get you back

one thousand followers special

[swiftpolls]

did anyone else completely lose motivation to listen to ttpd? i saw how long it was and i still havent bothered listening to it even tho i love her other music

this is funny to me because red tv is longer than ttpd + the anthology

[chloe-or-sam-or-sophia-or-marcus]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 🗝

[griefshand]

[expectiations]

But Daddy I Love Him x The Ponds being Pondy

edit by @/bdwlf_ on tiktok

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

”Cassandra” just really clicked for me and uh. how did I not realize before how good that song is.

[lilaccatholic]

This is my formal apology to the non-Swiftie mutuals for who I will become when this album drops

[bluebird-poetry96]

He is Magic...

He asks me, “Why do you like me?”

As if, I could, easily, breathe out an answer. As if, it’s as simple as saying, ‘You light up when regarding something you’re passionate about, and how, ‘Your smile, will send me to my knees,’ As if, ‘Your eyes, are like the stars in a night sky, brilliantly shining, but encompassed by darkness,’ would do you justice. As if, I could utter the words, ‘Your kiss, spins my heart like a top atop a table.’ As if, I’d even imagine, speaking those, sour, typical words like, ‘You’re smart, kind, strong, ambivalent, courageous, and powerful. You have been through so much, and yet you still put yourself out there with the possibility of getting hurt again.’

While all these words, ring like the bells of truth high above the church.. It’s not The Reason. The Reason, for me is, hard to explain.

He is such a sight to see: A raven, wings spread wide, soaring through the sky only to land atop the highest part, of the tallest tree, only to rest for a moment, then off again. A reminder everything is fleeting, take time to rest and heal.

He is such a sensation to feel. A raging river, forcing me down stream, battering me against rocks, only to be swept into a hard rooted, cool, calm, clear, stagnant pool to rest. A reminder that no one is perfect, we all have our raging storms to endure.

He has such an aromatically, fragrant, scent. Like that of warm sugar vanilla, the most magical smell in all the world. Or is it something like, taking an inestimable breath, the moment, you step out of the car, when you arrive in a heavily wooded area. Or even the smoke from a campfire, the burning wood, the smoke that will follow you anywhere. He is an Immeasurably, profoundly,  deep breath of Fresh air. A reminder to stop, and reflect on the important things in this life.

He is such a flavor to savor and, oh, how he sat upon my tongue. The aura of my favorite ice cream, melting, leaking down my throat. He swirled his tongue, against mine, I have never tasted anything sweeter. He slides down my esophagus to my heart, where he then sits, and starts a fire. A reminder that everything is precious, some things are so worth the scar on your heart.

He is such a melody to discover and experience. I hear a lead guitar emanating from each breath, I hear the steady drum of his heart. Full of agonizing, anguish. He laughs in the face of that hurricane of contradictions. It has to be Mozart, the power and rage. It rings in my ears with such a determined ferocity, fire engulfs my body. A reminder that we are all different, yet all contain symphonies within.

How can I put into words, that which, I have never been able to describe. The only word, in the english language, that even comes close, is, Love. 

He emits love and empathy like the ocean emits waves. He tells me he doesn’t know who he is, I say he is eternal.

He says, “I don't know who I am, or, who I am turning into.”

But I do.

I know who you are. You are ever evolving, you forced your way out of that cocoon. You have gone through, tremendous, heartbreak, and many life lessons, You turned into goo, nothing left of you, only to emerge in spring. You are, the caterpillar turned butterfly, sitting on a tree branch, letting his wing develop.

You don’t know how to fly. Yet.

I want to show you how to leave that tree, and trust in yourself. I want to show you how, even though, life is hard and scary, How to spread your wings Jump off that branch, let the air catch you. Of course, that is what it’s there for. The prosperity and abundance of powerful vulnerability.  It will be, so, worth it, to acquire the knowledge of your own value, That you can, in fact, fly all by yourself. 

I’ll take this first leap with you, only to show you how it’s done. So you don’t feel forsaken, or forgotten, in a formidable, flash of a moment. 

I will recount, rehearse, recite and reveal All my wisdom, all the sacrifices I made, in vain, to Gods long lost to the people. Amidst my long, lengthy, lonely, life, Lessons learned, that left me, on the edge of a cliff, Standing, toes hanging off of this monumental, mammoth of a mountain Looking a long way down, Ready to throw myself off.

I did, however, learn from my errors in judgment. I learned, One can really only hope to understand that:

There is no light without darkness and There is no darkness without light. 

Great delight can be found amongst the desolate gray clouds making a starless night. Yet, on the same page, Solemn loneliness, can be found, even in times of pure, blissful joy.

Pain, steals light, and can darken the heart. Honesty, humility, and love, can bring it to beat again.  I learned that, all anyone can ask of us, is to Learn from our mistakes, Be patient, be kind, be humble Imbue and uphold honesty. Be wild, without causing damage.

-Raven Blue Bell

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Summary Poem by Taylor Swift

In Summation

At this hearing

I stand before my fellow members

of the Tortured Poets Department

With a summary of my findings

A debrief, a detailed rewinding

For the purpose of warning

For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall

I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity

Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings

Oh, the chaos it brings

Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying what's ill fated

Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.

Tried dimming the shine.

Tried to orbit his planet.

Some stars never align.

And in one conversation,

I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues

Then a crash from the skylight bursting through

Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave

Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave

How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower

Swinging a sword he could barely lift

But loneliness struck at that fateful hour

Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

“In summation, it was not a love affair!”

I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk

It was a 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

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department

[chloe-or-sam-or-sophia-or-marcus]

I thought it was just g o o d b y e for now

[itwaslegendary]

“at dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on and that’s the closest i’ve come to my heart exploding”

[dandelionsandviolets]

what a horrible day to be kim k. and joe a. (taylor swift released the 2AM version of the tortured poets department)

[beenthearcher-beentheprey]

Charlie Puth when his phone started blowing up at 12:06am