I Knew It! The Relationship Is Too In Your Face For It To Be Any Thing Other Than PR

I knew it! The relationship is too in your face for it to be any thing other than PR

Well, well, well. Yet ANOTHER person calling them out for PR, this time with confirmation from her makeup artist who knows Travis’ publicist.

This is a must watch!

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So True! I miss the days of my Clexa, SwanQueen, and Supercorp Obsession 😭

God I wish my special interest wasn't a celebrity. I miss the days where my brain chose a character or show or movie franchise. Loving a celebrity is fucking hard. I swear they have the most brutal fanbases. Especially when you don't go along with the media narrative

Just something that came up to me. Inspired by SwanQueen #swanqueen #dark #darkpoetry #poem #darkpoet #darkpoems #darkwritings #writeups #writeup https://www.instagram.com/p/CkaQJhUO9xD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

1989 tour in Shanghai:

The way you can hear her say “She”, the way the fans hear it, the way that people are screaming “KAYLOR! KAYLOR! KAYLOR!” Over and over again, the way the Jumbotron camera cuts to a ‘Kaylor’ sign, then cuts back to Taylor and she’s stood there with a massive smile on her face.

How much louder does this woman have to be for people to get it?

(Creds too acoolchickouthere13 on yt!)

Bruises upon bruises

He left me black and blue

A single mistake shattered my dream

The sound of steel still echoes through the darkenss

Empty eyes staring up at the sky, the smoking car, and the stench of wine.

My childhood stolen, slipping away from my fingers like loose sand

A deal made

A bride sold

A man has his rights

And so begin the solemn hours

A decade passed, smiles turning false and brittle

Society moved faster, knowledge behind their eyes

None dared rise against the demon

They trembled under his gaze

As I tremble under his touch

Then you came in like a blazing ball

igniting a spark I long thought extinguished

Hope flickering in the darkness

Your gentle touch a sharp contrast against the harshness

You noticed that everyone had

But you did not turn away as others had

You stood against the demon like a knight

But I am no damsel in distress

From porcelain to ivory to steel

With your silent courage

Your presence in the shadows

I took the knife

Flesh parting as butter

His skin had never felt so sweet

With Gasping breaths, and disbelief

the demon turned to boy

A broken shell, he was no real man

For men don't take they earn

And those who take they fall

You looked at my blood-soaked gown

At the madness dancing in my eye,

At the body still warm

And you smiled