#folklore moodboard

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take me to the lakes

where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you

those windermere peaks

look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

t.s. - the lakes.

please picture me in the trees

i hit my peak at seven

feet in the swing over the creek

i was too scared to jump in

but i, i was high in the sky

— taylor swift, seven.

oh, goddamn!

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

taking mine, but it’s been promised to another

oh, i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland

my house of stone, your ivy grows

and now i’m covered in you…

taylor swift - ivy.

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