the black dog alone deserves atleast 5 grammys
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she was not fucking joking
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Everytime I hear Gulity as sin
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AND I HOPE IT’S SHITTY IN THE BLACK DOG WHEN SOMEONE PLAYS THE STARTING LINE AND YOU JUMP UP BUT SHE’S TOO YOUNG TO KNOW THIS SONG THAT WAS INTERTWINED IN THE TRAGIC FABRIC OF OUR DREAMING!!!!!
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women don’t owe men SHIT but if you see jack antonoff or aaron dessner you DO owe them a little pat on the head
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LIGHTS CAMERA BITCH SMILE EVEN WHEN YOU WANNA DIE
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I’ll tell you something about my good name!!!! It’s mine alone to disgrace!!!!!!
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Thank fuck she followed How did it end? with So High School honestly
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As a culmination of her particular genius for marrying cleverness with catharsis, “Tortured” kind of feels like the Taylor Swift-est Taylor Swift record ever. - Variety
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i have not stopped laughing at this
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is this what she meant
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I am deeply obsessed with the manuscript as the closing track of the anthology. returning to that first big life altering heartbreak, the one that inspired some of the most acclaimed and beloved work of her career, but it's a distant past now and it's almost as though it happened to someone else. and then, in the wake of all the intense loss and turbulence that the past two hours have documented, she knows what the agony was for. because just like all that now remains of that past relationship is the art that came out of it — including all too well, a song that was changed for her over the years into something beautiful and joyful — one day all that will remain of this period will be this manuscript, this album and all its feelings that eventually won't even be hers anymore but will belong to her past self and to its future listeners.
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Because it's the worst men that I write best
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"And you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it. My white-knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment and my friends said it isn't right to be scared. every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there so how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?"
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The hot new club is The Tortured Poets Department. It has everything: alcoholism, suicidal ideation, infidelity, mental breakdowns, drug addicted losers, pathetic little men, insane bop, defiance of fans, god complexes, near debilitating self-hatred, radical exceptance
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