the feminine urge to tell ppl that you’ve loved taylor swift since the debut era not in a “i was here first and am therefore better” way but you just need everyone to know 

there’s something to be learned from waiting all day for a train that’s never coming. and there’s something to be proud of about moving on and realising that real love shines golden like starlight,and doesn’t fade or spontaneously combust.

folklore album as polaroids.

when taylor swift said "you're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town" and lorde said "in my head, i play a supercut of us". yeah.

Love isn’t patient, and kind, and humble. Love is messy, and horrible, and selfish, and bold. It’s not finding your perfect half. It’s the trying, and reaching, and failing.

but i knew you / playing hide-and-seek and / giving me your weekends / i knew you / your heartbeat on the high line / once in twenty lifetimes

What a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman. You made her like that. And you’ll poke that bear till her claws come out and you find something to wrap your noose around. And there’s nothing like a mad woman.

folklore + the motif of film

𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

The Zodiac Signs' 2021 Aesthetic

Aries

tinted sunglasses // plaid skirts // glowing cigarette stubs // haphazard signatures on a wrinkled paper // vintage candy // glossy red lips // hardcover books scattered on the table

Taurus

untied shoelaces // 3am coffee runs // wooden pencils bundled together // leaving handprints on a freshly painted wall // potted plants blooming under sunlight // teal eyeliner and nude lipstick

Gemini

sunflower petals pressed between a french dictionary // sparkling wine //minimalist tattoos on ankles // chipped nail polish // cooking with friends // sipping iced tea on a hot summer evening // cuddling on sunday afternoons

Cancer

sketching people in a busy café // midnight blue dresses with pearl earrings // smoking on the pavement // rereading old favorite classics // dancing with your lover in the living room at night // a memory lingering like perfume on your skin

Leo

the crackle of a fire at 2am // tracing patterns on someone's back // sneaking presents under a christmas tree // folding paper cranes on a pleasant evening // sharing a buttercream cupcake with your best friend // squeezing someone's hand in the still of the night

Virgo

wobbly walks and high heels // lipstick stains on scented papers // underlined likes in old poetry books // group study sessions at midnight // going to the movies on your own // embroidered patches on faded jeans // offering free hugs to strangers // yellow skirts and happy thoughts

Libra

painting on ceramic cups // bright bubblegum and neon lipstick // high ponytails // kisses on cheeks // juggling oranges to amuse your friends // good grades and filthy mouths // living like a contradiction and owning your style // drinking cheap beer from champagne flutes // marmalade jars // skipping breakfast

Scorpio

playing an instrument just to piss off your neighbors // not wearing glasses because you like your world blurry // standing up for your friends // learning tango with your crush // giving out fake palm readings // tinted cheeks and a deep maroon dress // twirling under a perfume spritz

Sagittarius

writing love letters to people who don't exist // imprints of kisses on the neck // venturing into the kitchen to bake cookies at 4am // glittery eyeshadow and bold lips // dusting stacks of unread books on the top shelf // wearing friendship bracelets to cocktail parties // collecting bottle caps of a specific color

Capricorn

handmade scarves and cute socks // steamy cups of tea warming cold hands // fairy lights // texting song lyrics to your favorite person // making wishes on a shooting star // moccasins and heart shaped lockets // listening to an audiobook while doing the dishes

Aquarius

dancing in your room at the crack of dusk // spilling champagne on expensive sofas // sharing a cigarette with a friend // leaving random, personal notes for a friend // pastel t-shirts and mom jeans // reading on a train // satin ribbons laced through braids

Pisces

blank canvases and colourful fingers // telephoning an old friend // stirring the froth in your latte // whistling an unfamiliar tune // writing exams with a clear mind // forehead kisses // pink eyeshadow with black lips // knitting a beanie for a friend // spending the day with a pet // going grocery shopping at midnight

@taylorswift | folklore

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