Paula

16, All you had to do was stay🌙[Ig:@its2.a.m]

[selenastaylors]

this is my blind ass trying to read something thats not right in front of me

[dailyladylyrics]

Breakin’ down and coming undone It’s a roller coaster kinda rush

[lovesickallovermybed]

this time around i feel more comfortable being brave enough to be vulnerable, because my fans are brave enough to be vulnerable with me. once people delve into the album, it’ll become pretty clear that that’s more of the fingerprint of this — that it’s much more of a singer-songwriter, personal journey than the last one.

[monica-geller]

you know when blank space comes on in public and you think you can just sit there and listen to it like a regular person and it goes pretty well for a while but then it gets to the SCREAMING CRYING PERFECT STORMS part and u start flipping tables and throwing breadsticks in the air and killing random passersby 

[doggendoodle]

no??? get help bitch

[monica-geller]

pay for my therapy u coward 

[katelovesswift]

do you think Taylor wrote the line I check it once I check it twice so she could use it when Christmas rolls around

[taylorswift]

Finally someone noticed 🎅🤶

[isitovers]

[taylorswift]

This is cool!!! Thanks for making it!

[west-coast-taylor]

“If you’re anything like me, you couldn’t recognize the face of love until they stripped you of your shiny paint, threw your victory flag away, and you saw the ones who wanted you anyway.”

[thegirlwiththecinderblockgarden]

Taylor Swift album intros

[redliphs]

HOW

[taylorsvivt]

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you’re in my head? ‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

[s-wift]

why she disappeared by taylor swift

[shaking-off-the-bad-blood]

You know what I love about this album? It’s full of bangers but doesn’t compromise lyrics. If there is one thing that she will never do is compromise her lyrics for catchy melodies. Like we are literally getting lit to metaphors right now.

[ishakeitoff]

New Year’s Day. You shouldn’t just be there for the party, you have to be there for the clean-up in the morning. What a metaphor.

[yourfaceinalocket]

everyone swimming in a champagne sea

[hashbrownswift]

remember when Taylor came up with the lyric “my reputation precedes me” for Gorgeous and we thought she threw it out but then here it is placed perfectly in End Game.

[mystarsareametaphor]

don’t blame me, love made me crazy

[cruelsummerr]

When she fell, she fell apart                                                                                    Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk                                                                                                        When she crashed her clothes disintergrated and blew away with the winds that took all of her fair weathered friends

When she looked around, her skin was splatted with ink forming the words of a thousand voices,                                                                                                    “Whatever you say, it is not right.”                                                                        “Whatever you do, it is not enough.”                                                                  “Your kindness is fake.”                                                                                        “Your pain is manipulative.”

When she lay their on the ground,                                                                          She dreamt of time machines and revenge                                                            and a love that was really something,                                                                    Not just the idea of something   

When she finally rose, she rose slowly                                                                  Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies                                          Wary of phone calls and promises,                                                                        Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes

When she stood, she stood with desolate knowingness                                        Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck                                              Bathed in her brokenness                                                                                      She said a paryer for every chink in the armour she never knew she needed        Standing broad next to her was a love that was really something                        Not just the idea of something.

When she turned to go home,                                                                                she heard the echoes of new worlds                                                                    “May your heart reamin breakable                                                                        But never by the same twice”                                                                                And even louder:                                                                                              “without your past,                                                                                              you could never have arrived-                                                                              so wonderously and brutally,                                                                                  By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…here”

And in the death of her reputation,                                                                          She felt truly alive

-Taylor Swift, Why she Disappered