Aesthetic Taylor Swift Wallpaper Novels & Stories

It’s like anyone can like it, no matter what gender, age, or status they have in life. “Hold on… Let me show you something.” she stood up from her seat and took an album from her room.” Here, inside were photos of the apartments before Iris designed them.” Tyron scanned the photos carefully. It’s completely different from the one he was seeing right now. The wallpapers used don’t compliment each other at all. Aside from that, it looks really cramped and repetitive. It’s like forcing to combine two different styles even if it’s really ugly to look at. No wonder the design outside is really out of this world.

Serena's POV I arrive at Stevie's studio, the familiar scent of coffee filling the air. Stevie, ever the perfectionist, adjusts her lighting and angles. Taylor stands in the center, striking a pose that captures the essence of our new summer collection. Taylor looks stunning, her outfit a seamless blend of 70s bohemian chic and modern elegance. She wears a flowing, patterned maxi dress in vibrant shades of orange and turquoise, its vintage floral print reminiscent of a bygone era.

She smiled at how neat it was, anyway: my big bed, the study table at the end of the room, my closet, and my Taylor Swift poster. “Well, I didn't know you were a fan of this beauty,” Ann said as she ran her hand over the poster of Taylor Swift. “She is cute, beautiful, and classy. I love her charm; it always draws everyone in. Anyway, I somehow wish to be like her someday.” I knew I sounded foolish. How could I ever be like her? I looked over at myself. I was overweight and had an ugly birthmark on my face. “I can't be like her.”

“No, you can’t. You are a bloody awful liar, Selene. When you lie, your right eye does this little wobble thing. More like a flutter.” “I do not! I will have you know that I am a great liar. I think that tie is nice by the way.” “Oh, thank you.” “See! I can lie!” I scrunch my nose at him like a toddler and walk into the bedroom holding an antagonizing smile. The walls are covered in cream horizontal striped wallpaper. There is a large king-sized bed built up against a tall, tufted headboard. This room is so naturally beautiful and the colors picked out are so calming. The windows are bare and I can see a city of lights. It’s like I'm watching the world act out a play down on the streets just

I immediately end the call and take a deep breath, realising again what I had achieved after 10 years of starting this journey professionally. Checking the time I realise I do have to run a few errands to get new paintbrushes, paints, and any other materials I may need or I can splurge on. After all, I'm celebrating! On my way out of the house I open my phone and go to the “Tortured Artists Society” groupchat, named after the Taylor Swift song, and I call the group.

“No biggie.” He looks around the small yet cozy bedroom. “So…this is your room!” Nathan says in an attempt to change the subject. Halsey is a little embarrassed that he’s seeing her messy room. His gaze falls on a poster of Taylor Swift which Halsey tries to hide. “You love Taylor Swift?” He asks her as he settles on her bed. “Sorta,” Halsey confesses. “I love her songs because they’re…” “Girly?” Nathan teases her.

"That smells incredible Taylor. You are going to feed me, right?" She shook herself out a trance. "Oh, crap!" She dashed back into the kitchen, and I followed her, smiling. Her apartment was painted in a light, sea blue with white accents. There were a couple of small metal sculptures around, a few pieces of art on the walls, mostly showing seascapes. There were no pictures of other people that I could see. I followed Taylor into the little galley kitchen, where she started frantically stirring a skillet. I giggled at her and sat up onto a barstool by the counter. "Can I help at all?"

I exclaimed excitedly, walking up to him and showing him the photo. He smiled broadly and placed the tray on the table. Taking the phone from me, he gazed at the picture. A wide grin spread across his face, causing his eyes to crinkle at the corners. "You're so beautiful, Timbre," he said, still fixated on the picture. A blush spread across his face as he couldn't contain his wide grin. "Thank you," I replied, my voice shy as I fiddled with my fingers. "I'll use this as my wallpaper," he added, tapping on the screen of his phone.

Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary. I lie down and pull a pillow over my head. Before my eyes is a wallpaper of a popular musician. He is posed around a car without shirt and three women wearing just bras and panties. I don't know who started it but it was hard now to see a musician posed without nude women. In Kent's room, he too had a wallpaper of a rapper covering every corner of his room. I have never understood the reasoning behind these wallpapers used to decorate a room like the drawing of Einstein. It seems to be a foolish attempt to idolize these men.

In a vacation house at the outskirt of town, a man slowly walked down the stairs with his phone in hand as he went through the current news in the country. He suddenly received pictures from someone and entered the messaging app to view the pictures. They were pictures of Taylor at work and some of her walking in and out of the gym house. They were also few of her watching television at home. A message came in from the sender. “Your Taylor got even more beautiful. Don’t you miss her?” He immediately responded. “Even in a maid’s uniform she caught my attention. She looks even more ravishing in office wears.” Nathaniel Reynolds stopped walking and sat on a stair as another picture of Taylor ca