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They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.

FIVE YEARS OF RED (10/22/12)

#red #ts

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#Taylor Swift #gif

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When you find out that your pills are actually gazebos

#IT

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Cody Christian for Bello Magazine September 2017.

#cody christian

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🍂 AUTUMN IS COMING 🍂

*plays Red for 3 months straight*

#taylor swift #Red

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seventeen and crazy, running wild.

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NOT ASKING FOR IT. | The Female Interlude.

#ariana grande #Dangerous Woman

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Ignis - Ferrari (Ch. 1)

Los Angeles, California

I was pacing back and forth. Rubbing my sweaty hands on the side of my little black dress. I knew it. I fucking knew it. I looked at the home screen of my phone again and huffed before flinging my phone across the room into the sliding glass door.

I hope it's broken. I hope my phone is broken, so I can't call that idiot boyfriend of mine and have him not pick up, again. Why? Oh, because he is with that little slut, that's why.

I run a hand through my long dark hair, I need to calm the fuck down. Wine. It occurs to me that I have new bottles of red, expensive bottles in the fridge. Heels clicking and clacking I make my way over. I open the fridge before grabbing a bottle and slamming the fridge door shut. I pop the bottle of wine open before taking a swig out of the bottle. I'm not using a glass, so I'm saving the environment over here, you're welcome.

"Miss Giordano." Ophelia, the sweetest housekeeper we have ever had walks into the kitchen, fully composed and raises an eyebrow at me. Usually, I am composed. But she is about to see shit go down.

"May I get you a glass?"

"Nope." I said popping the "P" before chugging some more of the sweet red down my throat.

She sighed before walking over to me while I nastily gulped down the remains of the bottle.

"Miss Giordano, it's three in the afternoon..."

"AND?" I practically shouted at her. It wasn't her fault by any means, but can't you spot a mad woman when she is having her moment? Leave me the fuck alone.

"Mr. Bieber..."

"Don't say his name." It was basically a growl. I have officially gone insane in my own fucking house, to my very own sweet and innocent housekeeper.

Ophelia nods her head as if she understands, but there is no way she possibly could understand how I'm feeling right now. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots my phone lying beside the sliding glass doors, she sighs before she walks over to pick it up. I can see from where I'm standing at the kitchen island it's cracked.

Slowly she approaches me, not wanting to anger me, she's timid. I don't blame her, I'm being completely ridiculous. I've never felt this way before, and I don't know how to control it. Being rational is not an option for me right now.

Softly, she sets the phone on the counter. "Thank you." it's a mere whisper, but it's all I can manage. I gulp down more wine. She looks at me with a frown before turning her back on me.

I finish the bottle of wine, throw it into the recycling, and I'm on the next bottle.

I pop open the cork and drink straight from the bottle again. How could he do this to me? We've been together for two years now, everything seemed fine. Sure, I was gone more often than I probably should be. But I am a model, I am required to travel. I wish I never had to leave him... After this, I might have to.

Plus, owning his own company he's practically never in this house either. It doesn't make sense, how could he cheat on me? After all that we have been through? Just last week we were discussing marriage. Now, he's with a blonde?! A mother fucking blonde?!

It's all too much to take in... The anger is slowly starting to fade a pit forms in my stomach. It has to be me. He doesn't love me anymore. Tears begin to stream down my face. I honestly never thought this day would come. I can't believe I'm that girl now.

I drink. I cry.

I cry. I drink.

I throw my phone, again.

I cry some more.

I let the shards of glass from my iPhone screen cut into my fingers as I attempt to call yet again.

I open a new bottle of red.

I drink, and I grow angry.

I hear the front door slam loudly causing me to jump and clutch my chest. I see Ophelia and Justin enter the kitchen seeing me in my unfortunate state; they both just stare at me with utter confusion.

Slowly, very slowly, Justin walks over towards me. "Baby?" he asks quietly, his voice soft. Ophelia must have warned him I was not to be messed with, not today.

I gulped down some more wine, definitely drunk at this point in time. I needed this liquid courage.

"Don't you "baby" me."

"Ok. Can I ask what's wrong?" His face looks different. He seems stressed, as he should be.

"You."

He doesn't approach me. Usually, when we fight he wants to hold me, kiss me, and love me until I calm down. This time he stands on the other side of the island.

"May I ask what I have done?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Justin." Tears are starting to form in my eyes.

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking about."

"The blonde girl, Justin! WHO IS SHE?!" I screamed.

"Baby, please."

"I'm not your baby!"

"You are." He walks over to me and I'm crying. He makes an attempt to put his hands around his waist, but I push his chest away.

"Get away from me. You cheated on me. On me! How could you?!" I scream through a runny nose.

"It's not like that!"

"I saw, Justin. I have the fucking picture!"

I show him my shattered screen and reveal the picture of him and the blonde girl kissing.

"How did you-" now his voice is turning angry.

"I made friends in your office, Justin. Never underestimate me."

"One of my fucking employees sent this to you?!" Now he's shouting.

"They aren't the problem. You fucker. You're the problem!"

"It was once, you have to believe me!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!"

"I love you! You know this!"

"You cheated on me!" I shoved his chest as he tried to embrace me.

"I fucking hate you!" I shouted as I wiped my face from all of the tears that were cascading down my face.

Justin stopped trying to reach for me at that comment.

"Take it back." He growled.

I pulled myself together, getting my sniffling under control.

"I fucking hate you, you lying cheater," I said as I looked him square in the eyes.

"Eleanor. It was one time. I fucked up, and I'm sorry. Stop acting like a bitch and saying you fucking hate me, when you don't mean it."

"You CHEATED on ME! And I'm the BITCH?"

He groaned before pinching the bridge of his nose.

I took another gulp of wine before slamming the rest of the bottle in the sink, causing the rest of the half bottle of red wine to splash all over the sink, countertop, and floor. Oops, my bad, Ophelia.

I looked around frantically not knowing what to do, and I spotted my car keys. Without thinking I grabbed them and walked at a rapid pace out of the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't-" Justin shouted from behind me. He grabbed my waist and turned me around.

"Let me go!"

"No. You've been drinking, you're insane if you think I'm going to let you risk your life, because of a stupid fight."

I sighed. He was right, I shouldn't drive. I dropped my keys in the middle of where we stood in the hallway.

"This isn't a stupid fight," I sighed. "This was you ruining everything we had."

"I'll do whatever you want to prove I love you, need you."

"Bring me my phone, Justin."

I closed my eyes, this has been absolutely exhausting.

"Where are you going?"

"Bring me my phone, Justin."

With a sigh, he went back into the kitchen to retrieve my phone. He looked defeated. He knew he had lost this fight.

I didn't want to do this. I can't even imagine a life without him in it. But I couldn't let him get away with cheating on me.

With my phone, I pulled up my Uber app.

"Use my driver, El-"

"No."

It alerted me that the Uber would be here in 10 minutes. Where was I going? I didn't have a clue. But I needed the air and space. I grabbed my purse from the foyer and went outside to wait.

"You can't leave me!" Justin was in tears.

"I can, and I will."

"Baby, this is stupid! You're being stupid!"

"I am not fucking stupid! You are! You ruined everything!"

My anger was fueling up all over inside of me. It was stronger this time. Justin was crying, I was turning red with fury, and I spotted it... In the driveway. Justin's pride and joy, his custom white Ferrari.

A horrible thought struck inside of me. What if Justin... No. What if Justin... Don't let your mind go there Eleanor... What if Justin fucked the blonde slut on that car like he has done to me many times before?

My eyes narrowed. My blood boiled. I could feel my temperature rising. And then just like that, the unthinkable happened.

His precious Ferrari was now on fire! I couldn't fucking believe it.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Justin screamed from behind me. I stared at the sight my mouth gaped open.

Justin and I looked at each other before he was calling the fire department.

Ophelia came running out, attempting to throw a bucket of water out on the car. Justin was running around screaming, a complete lunatic on the scene.

I dug into my purse and pulled out my black Ray-Bans to slide on to shield my eyes from the sun.

A white Mercedes pulled up, my Uber, and I got in. Without a word. I don't know how it happened, but Justin got his instant karma.

#Ignis #Ferrari #justin bieber #camila cabello #Fanfiction #justin bieber ff #justin bieber fanfiction

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#Ignis #Camila Cabello #justin bieber #fan fiction jb #fan fiction #fanfiction #halloween #justin bieber ff #camila cabello fanfiction

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Well since some fake fans think my car is embarrassing here’s a whole damn post of even more embarrassment!!! This embarrassing car has driven me, my mom and my friends thousands of miles across the country to see Taylor and to see the Taylor Swift Experience. I drove it to New York to see Taylor at my first 1989 show. I drove it to Tampa to see Taylor at my last 1989 show. I drew a polaroid frame around my windshield when I drove to Kentucky & North Carolina to see Taylor. I found some 1989 trucks in Kentucky and got photos with them. I saw Taylor at Formula 1 and drove 16 hours with some of my best friends to see Taylor at her only show of 2016, and I made my car look like a race car for the show. I drove 14 hours to Mississippi twice within a month to see the Taylor Swift Experience. One of those times my friends and I drove up on a Saturday and right back on Sunday. I’ve driven to Nashville countless times and every time I go, I go see all the Taylor-related things I can find. And recently I painted “look what you made me do” with a snake on my car to promo Taylor’s song. Not that she needs me to, but I just want to make sure everyone knows about it!! If doing ANY of this is embarrassing, well then I am so fucking embarrassing and I fucking love it. I wouldn’t want to be embarrassing for anyone else!! Oh you don’t like me being who I am? Watch be me who I am more!!!!!!!

#Taylor Swift

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