Bonus:
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So many are not only anyone but Karlie, some are even everyone but Karlie, clearly not listening to any of miss “stay here honey I don’t wanna share” and her lyrics. But they also can’t explain why she only keeps re-creating Karlie moments in her art and tour visuals. To this day. In 4k and on the big screen. Sheesh. 😂
Hmmm what if…..
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, who uses typewriters anyway?
But you're in self-sabotage mode
Throwin' spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots
And who's gonna hold you like me?
Nobody, no-fucking-body, nobody
You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed Golden Retriever
But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head
But I've read this one where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you
And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you, who's gonna hold you?)
And who's gonna know you like me? (Who's gonna know you?)
I laughed in your face and said
You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots
And who's gonna hold you like me?
No-fucking-body, nobody (who's gonna hold you, who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you, gonna know you, won't control you?) Nobody
Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack about you so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) Me
Who's gonna know you? (Who?) Me
And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
Who's gonna hold you?
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you? (Who? Who?)
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jack Antonoff / Taylor Swift
The Tortured Poets Department lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Just a couple of gals wearing matching watches (for multiple months now) and pinky rings, released on the same day.
Nothing to see here.
Listening to Sweet Nothing on Spotify and hit with sudden emotion over it. The song is 3:08 minutes long, which might send me over the edge anyway, but it's the look on Taylor's face before she draws the heart in the air, that really gets me. She looks like she's about to cry. That's a moment of real pain, and most people don't even see it.
I can't imagine what it feels like to love someone that much and have to hide it. To only be able to express it in songs everyone thinks are about some undeserving random guy, and only be able to say it in silent, coded gestures.
I hope we are moving towards the end game, for Taylor's own sake. Because god, this shit looks exhausting. She must feel tired to the bone sometimes.
Oh, Anon. You know I’ve never seen this clip. It’s so sad, I agree with your take. Cheers to sunnier days ahead! 🥂
you ever think about what kind of scene would be taking place during sweet nothing given that it’s a song about a midnight?
remember how some of us were talking about THIS hand a few weeks ago from karlie's instagram?
well...guess who's sporting french manicure nails on their new album cover?
yeah...you could say i'm feeling unmoored...
karlie x japan✨
march 30, 2015 | nine years ago today
taylor followed an exclusive kaylor blog on tumblr, kaylor-love. they regularly and only posted content shipping kaylor, including fan art and edits, but predominantly fanfics that they made of the two. she still follows them to this day