Taylor Swift Evermore Quotes

And you asked me to dance But I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game

Honesty game: What is your favorite Taylor Swift album, and why is it evermore?

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

I’m trying to pull myself out of my gloomy mood by blasting Taylor Swift’s entire discography on the drive to the restaurant, but even my Spotify seems to be against me today, playing entirely too much evermore and not nearly enough Red. It’s like the universe wants me to cry today.

the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

I had expectations of what my adult life might look like. It was going to be sophisticated and full of adventure. I'd meet interesting people and do interesting things, and I'd be hot and happy. It certainly did not involve me lying on my living room floor on a Tuesday evening with a slightly stale bag of chips and a pile of tissues because listening to "Marjorie" makes me miss my Nana and I can't stop crying. But I also can't stop listening to it.

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure "This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me" How evergreen, our group of friends Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through One for the money, two for the show I never was ready, so I watch you go Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you "She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said But you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

Dancing is a dangerous game

Thank you to Taylor Swift, for writing evermore, the perfect Christmas album, and for releasing RED TV in the middle of my developmental edits, so I could listen to “Forever Winter” on repeat while rewriting the flashbacks in this book for the millionth time.

He moves toward the door, hesitates there for a second. And then he's gone, and I'm still frozen where he left me.

Mackayla had a flair for the dramatic, but I had never heard her talk about a boy this much. Apparently, their bedroom windows looked across to each other, like in that Taylor Swift music video. And apparently, before she knew this, Mackayla had accidentally looked into his bedroom and seen him taking off his shirt. Her description? Neighbor Boy had more abs than he did brain cells.