Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

PhD in #Vauseman
#Spuffy #BtVS
#CloneClub #Shoot #KE
#Daenerys #Scrofanity
#KatieMcGra #Fleabag #PWB

*Taken - no fny bznz*

When the apocalypse comes, beep me

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

YASSS PLEASSEEE

[Variety @Variety]

Keanu Reeves knows Sandra Bullock and him would "knock it out of the freakin' park" with "Speed 3."

Sandra Bullock says “before I die, before I leave this planet, I do think that Keanu and I need to do something in front of the camera. Are we, you know, in wheelchairs or with walkers? Maybe. Are we on little scooters at Disneyland?”

“It does feel like there is a siren call to it, like there’s something that wasn’t done,” Reeves adds. “I would love to work with you again before our eyes close.”

Read more here: https://t.co/Fh8rq4LhMx

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀ

[Gillian Anderson @GillianA]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[memes.xlsx @ExcelHumor]

instead of tiktok, can we ban microsoft teams

[snuffles ☆ ⸆⸉ @niffscardigan]

FLORIDA!!! i feeeel so highhhh schooool for so long londonnn and for a fortnight there we were WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME and when he’s written mine on my upper thigh that’s that me espresso

[Heather Hogan @theheatherhogan]

I listened to the new Taylor Swift album and my main takeaway remains that everyone should be gay if possible.

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

crying

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

This track by track analysis is hilarious #THETORTUEDPOETSDEPARTMENT

[kris🦋 @perfectlyfine89]

Help this is from a Police Department outside of KC 😂

[sae ❤️‍🔥 @trytrytrytaylor]

taylor really said fuck j*e, fuck you guys, still fuck you guys but also maybe you’re right fuck ratty, fuck the media, btw kim fuck you once again, and while i’m here you too j*hn, also love you baby travis

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

🤣🤣🤣

[Adam🩻 @bloodandlemon]

people named Chloe, Sam, Sophia, Marcus, Aimee, Kim, Cassandra, Peter, and Robin right now

[Taylor Swift Updates 💎 @swifferupdates]

🤍| @UPROXX praise the risks @taylorswift13 took on #TSTTPD

“The Eras Tour took over the world in a way that I don’t think she even expected. With that nostalgic momentum, she could have released an album that leaned heavily on familiarity. It might have been good, even great, but Taylor is at her best when she’s challenging herself to subvert expectations. The Tortured Poets Department isn’t the album people thought it would be. It’s rawer. It’s funnier. It’s more poetic and unapologetically dramatic. Most of all, it’s another classic from the preeminent songwriter of her generation.”

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

#THETORTUEDPOETSDEPARTMENT TOO MUCH TOO MUCH

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

favvvv

[nick ❤️‍🔥 @nickputation]

taylor and florance leaving the studio after recording florida #TSTTPD https://t.co/skK4CD5xNy

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

lmao

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

Lights, camera, bitch , smile.

[m 🌷 @seetheIightx]

who’s afraid of little old me?

[Alex Goldschmidt @alexandergold]

Fortnight is giving Folklore smoking weed with Midnights.

[julia ❤️‍🔥 @fearlesssstyles]

just listened to so long london

[Still alive, killing time at the cemetery @vausemantitis]

🤯

[Taylor Swift Updates 💎 @swifferupdates]

“In Summation” - A poem by @taylorswift13

At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members
of the Tortured Poets Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding
As you might all unfortunately recall
I had been struck with a case
of a restricted humanity
Which explains my plea here today
of temporary insanity
You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do
the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying what’s ill fated
Resentment rotting away
galaxies we created
Stars placed and glued
meticulously by hand
next to the ceiling fan
Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky
Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues
Then a crash from the skylight
Bursting through
Something old, someone hallowed,
who told me he could be brand new
And so I was out of the oven
And into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave
How gallant to save the empress
from her gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could barely lift
But loneliness struck at that fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips
He never even scratched the surface
of me.
None of them did.

“In summation, it was not a love affair!”
I screamed while bringing my fists
to my coffee ringed desk
It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then cardiac arrest.
A smirk creeps onto this poet’s face
Because it’s the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence
My tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, tick, tick of love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink
All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely,
The Chairman
of The Tortured Poets Department