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Speak Now (Taylor's Version) at the Eras tourđâ¨
Again wishing I was theređĽš
QUESTION: What is your favorite vault track of Speak Now TV?đ

looked up at the sky and it was m a r o o n
Taylor Swift â Maroon (Midnights)
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you drew stars around my scars, but now Iâm b l e e d i n'
Taylor Swift â Cardigan (Folklore)

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Taylor Swift â Wouldâve, couldâve, shouldâve | Midnights
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Zodiac signs as Taylor swift qoutes
Applies to Sun,Moon,Rising,Mercury,Mars,Venus


Scorpio âď¸:There are two ways you can go with pain.You can let it destroy you or use it as fuel to drive you.
Gemini âď¸: I think I fell in love with words before I fell in love with music.
Aries âď¸: To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.
Pisces âď¸: Iâve found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.
Leo âď¸: Never believe anyone who tells you that you don't deserve what you want.
Taurus âď¸ : Beauty is sincerity.There are so many different ways someone can be beautiful.
Libra âď¸ : If you go too far down the rabbit-hole of what people think about you, it can change everything about who you are.
Cancer âď¸: Donât worry. You may think youâll never get over it. But you also thought it would last forever.
Virgo âď¸: Just because as human beings, what we can't have is what we reply in our head over and over again before we go to sleep.
Capricorn âď¸: My parents raised me to never feel like I was entitled to success.That you have to work for it. You have to work so hard for it. And sometimes then you don't even get where you need to go.
Sagittarius âď¸: No matter how hard you try to avoid being cringe, you will look back on your life and cringe retrospectively. Cringe is unavoidable over a lifetime. Even the term cringe might someday be deemed cringe.
Aquarius âď¸: Unique and different is the new generation of beautiful. You dont have to be like everybody else.

"Why do you have to put down my dreams, so you're the only thing on my mind?"
I have reason to believe that 'Tell Me Why' is one of the most powerful songs Taylor Swift has written.
What makes this song great is its versatility; the lyrics can be applied to any situation wherein an abusive power dynamic between two parties is involved. TS described it as being about a tug of war in which "someone always kind of has the upper hand." With that in mind, the perspectives are endless. Depending on whom you talk to, this song could be about gender, racial, or wealth inequality, classism, even.
This versatility is what helps a song maintain its relevance. It's what makes some songs timeless. Music that isn't shackled to specific eras or circumstances has the capacity to be appreciated longer, and by wider audiences, because it doesn't shut people out. This is the music that can live on forever and ever. To me, that's power.
It is this style of songwriting that TS has mastered - that delicate balance between confession and ambiguity in her lyrics that gives you a sense of something she might have experienced, but also isn't so personal as to exclude the possibility of that experience being echoed by millions of other people.
This is Taylor's unique talent, and 'Tell Me Why' exemplifies it perfectly.
Hold Me
Cornelia Street
A/N This is a long story inspired by Cornelia Street which is a Taylor Swift song. Also, if y'all are getting my content let me know via message or comment! I haven't seen any activity for a month... :( anything helps ~ TwooneZ. <3.
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Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe. Just breathe. Youâll be fine. You closed your eyes, trying to lose yourself. That! Right there! Oh, yeahâŚ
The sparks on your lips lit up like fireworks. You opened and closed your mouth. Feeling Adam Stanheightâs mouth working wonders on your lips was amazing. A little bit of biting was included.
The street lights flashed by the window, filling the car up with dim, golden, light.
Adamâs hands were on your skin, crawling up your body, under your clothes, rubbing on sensitive and non-sensitive places, filling you up with affection and attention. His gentle kisses fell from your mouth to your jaws. He sent a trail all the way down to the bottom of your ear.Â
You leaned into him, moaning, gasping, breathing. Waves of dopamine rolled over you continuously, setting your mind at ease, pleasuring you, but only just.Â
Adam let his lips fall to your neck, caressing you softly. He left marks on your skin, causing you to shiver and shudder, but that didnât make him think to stop, he liked it. He messaged the same place on your neck with his lips until it was numb and bruising, and then he kept going. Taking care of you was his first priority.Â
You were pinned between the car door, and your boyfriend. The cold glass of the window pressed into your back, and the door handle jammed into your side, but you didnât care. Adam was all you could think of.Â
You gasped audibly, making the driver flinch. Adam only grabbed your knees and stretched them away from each other. Faulkner was making bold advances, but you liked it. If you both werenât so drunk, then maybe youâd have a little more compassion for the uber driver, but you were shitfaced.
Adamâs sloppy kissing was more than arousing. Somehow, you were for it. Your boyfriendâs hands started brushing up along your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing circles. His lips had gone from your neck to the center of your chest. He was making sure not to ruin his piece of artwork.Â
You choked on air, as Adam used his free hand to stroke your cheek. You felt his calloused hand go up and down your cheek. Up and down, up and down, lulling you to sleep. You turned your head into his palm, taking in his smokey scent. You loved that smell, loved how it stung the back of your throat.Â
Adam started to work his way back up your body, while his hand found an interesting place to linger. You rolled your head back so it was leaning on the window. Adam brushed his nose past all the places he had kissed, stopping by your own nose. He smiled against your lips slightly, and pecked the very edge of your mouth. You were driven mad by this, he knew it.
A silence drifted between you as you looked into the otherâs eyes, mesmerized. Dazzling, gleaming, streams shone in Adamâs eyes, pulling you deeper into his trance. His brown eyes made you hungry for more.Â
Your boyfriend kissed you again on the edge of your mouth, and then kissed your upper cheek, where he trailed his nose back down your face towards your lips. You trembled a little at the soft feeling of his nose grazing your chin, and then stopping at your nose again.Â
His breath was warm and wet as it wafted past your face. You could smell the leftover metallic from his previous cigarette. You hummed out in contentment, happiness filling you up just like bubbles expanding in the bath. You grabbed Adamâs wrist and sighed.Â
Adam was already undoing the button to your jeans. Clearly he had major plans for tonight.Â
You tilted your head at him, and giggled.Â
âShh,â Adam whispered in your ear. âLet me take care of you.â
His words blended together like a long susurrus, and wreathed around you. You breathed in his scent deeply and collapsed onto the window, blacking out finally. Adam put his forehead on your chest, his eyelids getting heavy. He took a look at his partner one last time. You were so attractive laying like that. Damn, if only heâd been a little quicker, maybe he would have had time to actually fuck you. Oh well, that was for another time. Right now⌠he could really use a nap. Adam fell asleep on your chest.
When you awoke the next morning, you had a pounding headache. You could hear something coming from the bedroom. It sounded like⌠Adam⌠but there was another voice there with him. They were talking about the next series of photoshoots. A client must have come over while you were sleeping. You got up, the whole world flipped upside down, and you sank onto the couch again. You ended up crawling on the floor just so you could get some refreshing water.Â
You could barely remember what happened last night, you vaguely knew what had happened on the ride home but that was it. However, you still had a major arousal, and some kind of relief would be appreciated. You would wait to ask Adam.
After a few minutes you were able to stand up properly, without feeling nauseous and falling over. You headed into the bedroom, and pushed the door open. Your vision was kinda blurry, but that was okay, it would pass.Â
You entered the bedroom slowly, gripping the glass of water in your hand tightly. In the back of the room you could see Adam with his camera up to his face. He was taking pictures of a young woman. She wasnât dressed much, save for a couple of silks. Adam usually didnât do THIS kind of thing. But, you assumed he had agreed to it last night when he was drunk, and now was going through with it. It was fine. You were used to him having other people over. It wasnât like he was banging them or anything, he was a photographer⌠Freelance photographer to be exact.Â
âWhoâs that?â The young woman asked strictly. âYou said no one was here! Is that why you had me walk through the living room with my eyes closed!? Are you cheating on me?â
âWhat?â Adam asked, baffled, and stared at the young woman. Obviously, he was still too hungover to process anything correctly as well.Â
âI said, who is that woman!?â
Adam looked over his shoulder at you. You could see how bloodshot his eyes looked and how tired he seemed. There were black circles under his eyes. He had been up all night by the look of it. âOh. Thatâs Y/N.â He gave you a lovesick smile. âHiii.â He waved at you.
You stared straight passed him, at the other woman. Anger and jealousy were eating at you from within, churning your insides into nothing. You glared at her, unable to believe your eyes. Adam was with another lady!? You thought it was just a client getting her pictures taken. What was this?
Hot iron boiled in your stomach like unchewed red meat. The arousal was starting to fade away. âWhatâs going on?â
âI should be asking you that!â The woman yelled back. âI was just here with my fiance!â
Adam opened his mouth to interject but you stormed out of the room. Behind you, you could hear Adam crying. âWhy did you say that? Why would you do something like that? I donât even know you!â
âThatâs not what you said last night!â
Fuming, you stuffed a bag with most of your clothes and you left the apartment. You were not thinking straight to bring anything else, all you were was drunk and dumped. Your heart felt like an injured bird, not able to fly, caged, and wingless. Youâd never be in the air again. Â
Fuck, heâs leading me on! He gets paid to stalk people, why would he cheat on me? That doesnât make any sense. Maybe thatâs why he has abandonment issues. ShitâŚÂ
Everything was starting to click into place, and it hurt. Way too much.Â
You slunk swiftly towards the bus stop, hauling your belongings behind you. You scurried downward, painful shocks throbbing through your shoulders with every sob released from your lungs. The longer it took you to get to the bus stop, the more your chest hurt.Â
Blindly, numbly, you stretched the crinkled dollar bill into the driverâs palm, and maneuvered into the back seat. Sniffling and choking, you endured a long and excruciating drive across the city. You were already gone by the time Adam called you.Â
âY/N? Y/N? Where are you?â
âI left,â you said bluntly.Â
â âleftâ?â Adam inquired in disbelief. âWhat do you MEAN?â
âI LEFT,â you repeated firmly.Â
âI- uh- wh- but- ugh.â Adam trailed off for a couple of seconds. âOkay, listen. I know what it looked like, but it wasnât THAT. She was a young woman I ran into last night. I donât remember anything, but according to her I said I love you. I thought I was talking to you!â
âHow do you mistake me for HER!?â
âI mean⌠you have the same color hair?â
You scoffed, unable to believe your ears. Somehow, hearing Adamâs voice made you relax. You felt better.Â
âSame color eyes?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, and scoffed again.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â Adam muttered. âWhatever I said to whomever, isnât important. I thought I was talking to you. I want you to come back. We can talk this through. I donât even know who she is!â
âHowâd she get in?â
âUm. I dunno. Guess I gave her my address⌠I was so fucking drunk last night⌠Just tell me where you are. Iâm so worried about you!â
You looked down at yourself. Your sweater was uncomfortable, your jeans were crooked, and you were cold. Your duffel bag was looking limp and lonely, very isolated and incredibly sad. You realized that you were a long ways away from home, and the closest place was Adamâs apartment. You didnât want to leave Adam, if there was a chance you could make it right you would take it, of course you would!Â
You peered out the window and searched for a street sign. It was too dark to see anything. âI donât know,â you grumbled disappointedly. You asked an elderly woman sitting next to you which street you were on. She turned her back on you, and kept typing on her phone.
Awkwardly, you turned back. âIâm⌠on a bus.â
âShit, you LEFT.â
âThatâs what I said.â
âI didnât know you meant it like that.â
âJust get me home, Adam!â You whimpered desperately.Â
âOkay, okay. Letâs figure this out.â
âAdam! Let me in! Let me in! Goddamnit, are you on the phone with that wench/swain!?â The voice of the other woman came barreling into the speaker phone.Â
âGet out!â Adam shouted. âGet out! No, no, I donât care! No! Donât do that! I said GO!â
âAdaaaaam,â the woman whined.Â
âNo! Donât open that! What the fuck?â
âAdam?â You asked quietly, shifting your feet back and forth. The elderly woman was giving you dirty looks.
âHow did you get into the bedroom? I locked the door,â Adam told the woman.
The woman replied snidely, âYour sweet little lover left their spare bedroom key. Oh, and whatâs that? Their promise ring, too? Boohoo.â
You could practically feel the flinch that Adam made at that remark. âIâm sorry, Adam,â you interjected. âI didnât mean to. I jumped to conclusions.â
âTch,â Adam sighed dismissively. âNevermind. I donât blame you. Just come back. I love you.â
You didnât know how to respond to that. Fortunately, the woman started yelling again. âYou tricked me! You pervert! I bet you wanted to see me naked.â
âY/N,â Adam said flatly. âIâm calling the police. Hold on, okay? Iâll get back to you. Just⌠figure out where you are, and Iâll come get you. Did I tell you how worried I am? Iâm so worried about you.â
You nodded. âIâll try.â
âOkay. See ya.â Adam hung up, and left you all alone.Â
The old woman said finally, âYoung kids these days don't know no manners.â
You shot her an angry glare, and then got up and strode to the front. You asked the bus driver where the next stop was. He said it was three miles. You hung your head, and accepted your fate. That was when you noticed the woman at the back rummaging around in your duffel bag. You went charging down the aisle.Â
Though there was nothing of importance to you in that bag, you would have preferred to keep all your clothes. You ripped the bag out of her fingers. âWhat are you doing!?â
âYoung kids donât know how to share, these days.â
You stared at her in horror, and then sat down all the way at the end of the bench. You put your bag daintily on your lap.Â
You got out at the bus stop. You were scared, and soaking wet, but you didnât have anywhere to go. You sat there, feeling lonely. When Adam called you back, you said, âI donât know where I am. All I know is that Iâm on the third bus stop in Delaware.â
âDelaware!?â Adam exclaimed. âWhat the hell are you doing in Delaware?â
âUmâŚâ You found it hard to speak suddenly.Â
âOh, nevermind!â Adam seemed to realize the stupidity of that question. âIâm coming to get you.â
âTwo hours? Adam, itâs better if I just take a bus.â
âY/N, no. Iâm coming to get you. We need to take care of each other.â
You sighed and sat down. The traffic was low but still busy. You watched the cars pass by you, and you were jealous of everyone who didnât have to sit in the downpour. You rocked back and forth on the wet bench and watched some sort of movie on your phone until it died. By then Adam was only thirty minutes away. He had told you just before the power shut off on your phone. It was a long wait, quiet and still and empty. Nothing happened on the street for a long time during those minutes.Â
Your legs were freezing and your hair was plastered to your head. You were miserable. When Adam saw his S/O sitting like that all alone, he flipped the fuck out. He parked to the side in a hurry. The curb was yellow, but this went unnoticed. Adam hurtled himself at you, collapsing on your lap. It was currently two thirty. âY/N, Y/N, Y/N! Oh, shit, oh, shit!â
Faulkner pulled your hair back with both hands. Each hand was on either side of your head, and his thumbs pinned your bangs to your forehead so that he could get a clear view of your face. Adam was distraught.Â
Swiftly, he plunged his face forward and kissed you right on the lips, taking your upper lip in his mouth. It was short lived, and he backed away looking frantic. âLook at you! I canât believe you did this!â
You stared past him embarrassedly. âI know. Iâm so sorry. I shouldnât have done this.â
âLetâs get you in the car. It should still be warm.â
âI just feelâŚâ
Adam pushed you into the car, and then crouched down to look at you. He was in between your legs, keeling on the wet pavement, gazing into your face. âYeah?â He asked, concerned. Â
âOh, itâs nothing,â you muttered shyly.Â
You tried to pull your feet into the car, but Adam turned you straight towards him. âNo. Tell me. Tell me. I want to know.â
You huffed and shook your head, getting too humiliated to continue. âNo⌠Nevermind. I care a lot about you.â You tried to pull your feet inside again.
âDonât leave me like that,â Adam murmured. âTell me whatâs wrong. I canât help you, if you donât talk to me. Come on, baby, weâre supposed to be open with our significant others.âÂ
You looked into Adamâs searching face, and blushed a bright red. âI hope I never lose you, hope it never ends. Iâd never walk Cornelia Street again. Thatâs the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.â You wrung your hands together self consciously. âI get mystified by how this city screams your name⌠Or rather⌠New JerseyâŚâ You laughed awkwardly. âNot DelawareâŚâ
âIs that all?â Adam asked you gently.
You shook your head. âIâm so terrified of, if you ever walked away. Iâd never walk Cornelia Street again. Ever again.â
Adamâs round puppy eyes were taking all of you in, like a fish gasping for air out of water. âHoly hell, Y/N. I didnât know any of this. Iâd never leave you. That lady wasnât even supposed to be here. Iâm sorry I scared you.â
âTake me home, Adam.â
âYeah, yeah. Of course.â Adam got to his feet and allowed you to get in the car.Â
Adam had been riding with the windows down, but you didnât mind because the heat from the car heater was warming you up well enough, not to mention Adam had lended you his jacket - or rather flannel. It was hanging loosely on your shoulders, you didnât have your arms in the sleeves.Â
The ride home was silent, but pleasant, although the events of the day wouldnât stop haunting you. You felt bad about them. You felt humiliated. You wondered what Adam thought. Did he think less of you?
To add on to the anxiety, you couldnât believe how fast youâd jumped to conclusions. You were concerned about that, too. Was Adam judging you for that? If he was, what was he thinking? You fought with yourself for telling him about your fears. At the end of the day, perhaps Adam wasnât the one with the abandonment issues? PerhapsâŚÂ
Well, perhaps it was actually you?  Â