Mi novio esta durmiendo porque mañana madruga y yo desvelada con tiktok. Se despierta y me dice "alumbrame acá que vi algo"
Le digo "algo como qué, un bichito?"
"Nono, no sé, algo". Se dio media vuelta y se durmió.
ALGO? UN BICHO, UNA PERSONA O UN FANTASMA?
Hoy no se duerme gente
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7
Andddd we’re back at it! Starting off the South American leg of The Eras Tour in Argentina = best decision possible. I can’t even express my gratitude to the Buenos Aires crowds. I’d never been to Argentina before and they gave us the most electric, magical memories. Thanks to the amazing fans whose show was postponed Friday for coming back Sunday and blowing us away with your passion and excitement. See you next weekend, Rio!! 💋🩵🔜
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Estaba por aplicar una vacuna a mi paciente y le dije que puede que de fiebre en estos 3 días y me gritó en la cara "TRES DÍAS? EL VIERNES VEO A TAYLOR, ME QUIERO MORIR" Y le dije que yo también y empezamos a hablar en un tono de voz muy agudo y super emocionadas
les juro que me siento una inútil no puedo hacer nada más que pensar en taylor swift. podré hacer cosas e ir a lugares pero interiormente no estaría registrando NADA.