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Are we out of the woods?
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you know how to ball/i know aristotle is actually a good lyric, idk what's wrong with all of you
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I’d been thinking about addiction and I’d been thinking about people who, if they’re either suffering through mental illness, addiction or they have an everyday struggle. No one pats them on the back every day but every day they’re actively fighting something. There are so many days that nobody gives them credit for that, so how often somebody who is going through that kind of struggle must wanna say to everyone in the room, “you have no idea how close I am to going back to a dark place.
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Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky
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'Cause I knew you, steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain. I knew you, tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy.
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my favs pics of 'the eras tour' ♡
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DARLING THIS WAS JUST AS HARD, AS WHEN THEY PULLED ME APART
swiftie gift exchange event -> 🎁 for @ofthemessyoumade
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levi's n1
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EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED — TAYLOR SWIFT ↳ my swiftie spring/autumn exchange gift for @actual-sleeping-beauty ! ♡
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By Beth Garrabrant for The Tortured Poets Department Album - 2024
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I LOVE YOU, IT'S RUINING MY LIFE.
"This is a list of songs about getting so caught up in the idea of something that you have a hard time seeing the red flags possibly resulting in moments of denial, and maybe a little bit of delusion. Results may vary."
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There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now
This album is a love letter to love itself- all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that’s why there are so many songs). In honor of fever dreams, bad boys,confessions of love on a drunken night out,Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands,false gods and blind faith,memories of jumping into an icy outdoor pool,creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light,finally finding a friend,and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night. We are what we love. This is Lover.
A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables. Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone’s secrets written in the sky for all to behold.
for @bodybetters !
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It was maroon.