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You forgot to turn off your location, but you can still change your phone wallpaper to celebrate 1 year of TS TTPD. 📱🤍
"swirled you into all of my poems" is SUCH a good fucking lyric. on the one hand, what does that mean....to swirl something into something else, you're adding something that wasn't there before. taylor taking her art and adding this person to the narrative, changing the meaning to fit how she was feeling (we literally SAW her do this on stage multiple times!!) on the other hand, it's sooo visual. i see acrylic paint, with new colors being added, changing the whole picture. melted ice cream, swirling into itself and changing colors. it also—to me at least—has a sexual connotation, connecting to guilty as sin. when I think of it this way, I see that visual of ariana grande in the god is a woman music video (you know the one I'm talking about)
Happy birthday to The Tortured Poets Department (and my mom, too)! 🎉
A day late on tumblr, but happy birthday to the album that stole our tortured hearts 🤍
@taylorswift @taylornation
She's nearly a year old!🤍 @taylorswift @taylornation
nostalgia is a mind’s trick… 🤍
cannot believe it’s been a whole year since we got to listen to the tortured poets department for the first time. and we thought we were only getting 16 tracks , and then the 4 bonus ones on the variants… but we ended up getting 31 new songs total from our chairman 🩶. we are so lucky to live in the taylor swift era.
@taylorswift @taylornation
“Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed that I can't get out of bed cause something counterfeit's dead” is like a dagger to the heart
me and my wild boy and all this wild joy