🎃 Imagine This. You Are In A Kitchen. Not Your Kitchen, Of Course. Your Kitchen Is Soft And Cozy And

i dont know how people can still stan taylor swift after she ate that sheet metal and spat the shrapnel at that newborn

Apparently there’s a rumor going around (started by Patrick A. himself) NYU that Taylor dumped toe by email.

All I can think is “you’re fired” 😂😂

I was like who tf is Patrick? 😂

That’s funny.

W MAGAZINE coming strong with 1989 album era hints... 🙏

she saw the Twitter giving rep/lover songs to dianna and said "i'm gonna start claiming 1989 too"... 😏

Like by Karlie kloss 🙃

Something gonna happen soon 👀

Can we talk about the visuals for wildest dreams? How she looks so peaceful… and the implications of her burning it down several times throughout the show? Throughout the last few years… how the cover of midnights is her with a lighter

How she walks into the house, throws a match on gasoline and then walks out?

diesel is desire / you were playing with fire 🔥

See these posts for more fire/gasoline/matches references:

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forevermore;

Thinking about the implications of Taylor specifically choosing Love Story to mashup with Gasoline while Haim is singing ‘strike...

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forevermore;

Light the way 🕯🔥

Lover's second surprise song

The 🎃 "business" references and brushing off MH as nothing significant, makes me think TS had a deal with MH before kissgate and he is making her make good on it now. I don't know much about him but if he is as awful as everyone is describing, this would be a dickhead move that aligns with his reputation. He is certainly getting a lot of publicity out of this . Maybe this has already been discussed but it's just a thought...

“And now I send their babies presents” 😭

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picture me fingers deep in your ex wife or whatever it was that taylor swift said

🎃 Imagine this. You’re a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared. This is a moment where things shift. Your ship is docked too far out to sea. You’d swim to it, but the waters are infested with sharks. Your life raft is long deflated. Your team is cornered on the dock, surrounded by bad guys and bystanders. Each time they step forward, your crew is shuffled back, crashing waves and gnashing jaws behind you. You glare at the enemy protectively, blocking your beloved crew from view. The enemy twists a fluffy dandelion in their fingers, already a few florets taking off in the breeze. You whimper as you watch them go, and with a sneer of amusement the enemy offers you a deal. “If you jump into the water, we won’t lay a finger on anyone else. We won’t even take the rubies.” You step forward without hesitation, accepting the deal. The enemy just laughs. “Not YOU. Her.” Your lover steps out in front of you, ready to face the music. Ready to pay for your crimes. She was always the one who was ready. You were the one who was scared. The one who overstayed your welcome in this coastal town. The one who got everyone into this mess. And now the enemy who has chased you ‘round the seas finally has you cornered. And all they want is one final sacrifice. One final act of courage from the woman who has already displayed more than enough integrity. You kiss her goodbye. And step forward. “TAKE ME INSTEAD.” You assert. Not an offer. A demand. Lightning crackles in the sky, reflecting your emotions exactly. Your lover grabs your hand, yanking you back. Refusing to let you go. Not even to save herself. Not even to save the precious little gemstones nestled deep in her pocket. Just you. You tug against her grasp, mind made up. You are a selfish asshole, except for maybe just this once. To insure the safety of those you love, you would dive off the dock willingly. Ten times over and over. You would relish in the crunch of your bones between great white teeth. You have always craved destruction. Scrawled devil horns on photos of yourself. This is different. It has to be. The enemy accepts your deal, glee filling their eyes as if this is what they wanted all along. Perhaps it is. You are a coward, but you are not a fool. You make mistakes, but never the same one twice. You are not a hero. You never have been, and you never will be. You're a selfish asshole. But there are some people in this world worth breaking character for. And so in one swift motion, you replace the solid boards beneath your feet with rushing deep blue water. 🎃