A fortnight passed, and just like Taylor, I surprise you with a double room!✌🏻🤍
The Tortured Poets officially moved into their Department. 🪶 If you wanna tear these rooms apart, I'll just watch it happen. 📜 They aren't mine anymore! 🌑
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So hang on, hang on, lemme make sure I’m getting this right. So she’s in a psych ward. In a wedding gown. And she takes the “miracle move on drug” the “forget him” pill of which the effects are temporary. Right, right. And then she’s set free, and immediately walks into a sterile office in a VICTORIAN MOURNING gown! And sits down to start working away on her typewriter. She’s writing, and she loves her muse, and it’s ruining her life. Okay. And then she and the muse are laying on the papers, in love. The pages of her work, her diary, her songs, THE FILES!! And they’re together, and the pages are flying around them, blocking them from the camera, okay? You still with me? She reaches for the muse and then she’s getting electric shock therapy?? With curly hair?? Okay. Okay. And again, loving the muse is ruining her life. And all the doctors, the people closest to her, run away scared when the electricity short circuits or whatever, and the muse is the only one who notices and stops it from killing her!!! The muse is in a (glass) phone booth, and Taylor is sitting right on top, but out of view from the muse. And they are in the middle of NOWHERE. The rust that grew between telephones??? And then we’re back in the office, and she’s pulling all the files out of the drawers!! In the mourning gown again!!! And she’s letting them out, ruining the sterility, and she’s freaking out, sobbing. And then she’s facing the camera, stone cold, letting the files swirl around her, now out in the open ON FIRE I MIGHT ADD. And back in the psych ward in the wedding dress, she breaks the glass to escape, to bolt?? And then, once the files are free, once the glass is broken, once the muse steps out of the glass!! Then she can touch the muse. Then she can touch the muse. Somebody give me an oxygen mask, holy shit
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we all remember where we were when we heard “and i wouldn’t marry me either” for the first time
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sincerely, taylor swift — an acoustic anthology of poems and lyrics written exclusively during the sudden glow of inspiration. now accompanied by guitar and recorded in raw, one-take fashion, Taylor bids us a glance into the mind and heart of a sincere songwriter.
inspired by “on the way home I wrote a poem. you say ‘what a mind.’ this happens all the time”
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