#folklovermore

“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere”

New Year’s Day (reputation),Taylor Swift

“Oh, goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.”

ivy (evermore),Taylor Swift

“You weren’t mine to lose.”

august (folklore),Taylor Swift

“You can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones.”

my tears ricochet (folklore),Taylor Swift

When taylor swift said“Too young to know it gets better/ I’ll be summer sun for you forever/ Forever winter if you go”.

*screams*

It’s the first of December and I’m trying to bring out my “in my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come/to dance under sparkling lights” feels but the allure of “hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored/can’t remember what I used to fight for”is magnetic

Taylor Swift didn’t write things like “Lost in your current like a priceless wine”// “Wherever you stray I follow”// “I’m begging for you to take my hand”// “Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”// “Show me the places where the others gave you scars”// “Every bait-and-switch was a work of art”// “You know that my train can take you home, anywhere else is hollow” for you to not believe in love

A year ago, taylor swift wrote an album for the hopeless romantics, the lonely yearners, touch starved kids, the people who peaked in high school, single parents who gave all that they had, the ones who never got over their first love, those who live in a fantasy, grief stricken young people, the entire lgbtq+ community, mentally ill and misunderstood kids, fierce women who’s souls are tired of being second to men, broken hearted divorcées, glamorous and beautiful ingénues who don’t quite belong, sexy murderers, bisexual former gifted kids, teens who are terrified of getting older, people with unrequited crushes, cynical bitches who fell in love and for the dreamers, for us.

I remember thinking I had you.

Taylor Swift, August.