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I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times: TTPD is for the archivists! Manuscript, file folder graphics, page markers, ARTIFACTS! This album is for those of us out here pouring our hearts into preserving the history, magic, and creativity of the poets before us. @taylorswift @taylornation
Taylor Swift announces her new album 'The Tortured Poets Department' at the GRAMMYs!
Available on April 19th!
All’s fair in love and poetry… New album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. Out April 19 🤍
store.taylorswift.com
📷: Beth Garrabrant
I'm sorry but as an archivist you CANNOT tell me the visuals of TPD aren't archival! Manuscripts, folders, page markers, and artifacts?! This is for the academics and my fellow swifties hidden away preserving art and history. @taylorswift @taylornation
The new album, THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, arrives April 19. Pre-order now. All’s fair in love and poetry… 🤍
Go to Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department.
TAYLOR THANKING THE LIVESTREAM WATCHERS HAD ME LIKE
Slut! (Acoustic Version)(x)
guys i think they might like each other
THIS is my Roman Empire. @taylorswift @taylornation
there is something sooooooo hilarious about “btw I told my mom about this and she agrees with me!!” on now that we don’t talk
When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle.Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.
How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.
You see, in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming, the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.
It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian era.
Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that, right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.
But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.
There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naïveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to… don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.
I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "Welcome to New York". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.
I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.
I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.
It’s been waiting for you.
These vault tracks are something else man!! Cunty, heartbreaking, and CRISP vocals on the whole album. Ms. Swift killed us all again.
i think one of my favorite things about the rerecords has been getting to see each little subset of stans get their moment to be absolutely unwell about hearing their album for the first time again. like obviously we all love every album, but we all have that one album that is just it for us. and it's so fun to see.
✨My name is Taylor and I was born in 1989 ✨
http://taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion
it’s a cruel summer… with you… with you… with you
TAYLOR SWIFT © Craig McDean // British Vogue (January, 2020)
I can still vividly remember talking about this new artist, Taylor Swift, before school in 7th grade. Little did I know just how integral to my life Taylor would be. Like soooo many other swifties, I got to grow with her, and her music always seemed to just perfectly follow my life. Even now, at 29, it always seems to fit perfectly.
Eras was the first tour I have ever been able to go to. My sister and I went, and it was the most incredible night. Seeing this woman who I feel like I've grown up together with, singing songs from throughout both of our lives, with my sister, with 70k other people. It was surreal! I may not be a super swiftie, but just ask my husband - Taylor and her music has and does get me through life. I've also had the best time sharing her music with my kiddo and creating another little swiftie in the house. Being a swiftie parent is almost cooler than just being a swiftie.
This post has taken a winding turn, but so has my swiftie journey. Can't thank her enough for giving us her art, emotions, and sharing bits of her life to make us all feel like we have a friend.
Why try to fit in when I can become the most offputting and haunted individual in the family bloodline.
