i am TIRED of watching tiktokers FILL UP their entire grocery carts AT WHOLE FOODS!!! WITH PRODUCE!!! WE GET IT !!! UR RICH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
just to add on,
actually,
in conclusion,

if i look back, i am lost
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i am TIRED of watching tiktokers FILL UP their entire grocery carts AT WHOLE FOODS!!! WITH PRODUCE!!! WE GET IT !!! UR RICH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
just to add on,
actually,
in conclusion,
TAYLOR SWIFT in I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME MV (2021), dir. BLAKE LIVELY BLAKE LIVELY in A SIMPLE FAVOR (2018), dir. PAUL FEIG
I've told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result... coming alive.
-1989 Taylor’s version cover concept-
It started with imagery. Visuals that popped into my mind and piqued my curiosity.
Stars drawn around scars. A cardigan that still bears the scent of loss twenty years later. Battleships sinking into the ocean, down, down, down. The tree swing in the woods of my childhood. Hushed tones of “let’s run away” and never doing it. The sun drenched month of August, sipped away like a bottle of wine. A mirrored disco ball hovering above a dance floor. A whiskey bottle beckoning. Hands held through plastic. A single thread that, for better or for worse, ties you to your fate.
Pretty soon these images in my head grew faces or names and became characters. I found myself not only writing my own stories, but also writing about or from the perspective of people I’ve never met, people I’ve known, or those I wish I hadn’t. An exiled man walking the bluffs of a land that isn’t his own, wondering how it all went so terribly, terribly wrong. An embittered tormentor showing up at the funeral of his fallen object of obsession. A seventeen-year-old standing on a porch, learning to apologize. Lovestruck kids wandering up and down the evergreen High Line. My grandfather, Dean, landing at Guadalcanal in 1942. A misfit widow getting gleeful revenge on the town that cast her out.
A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables.
Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone’s secrets written in the sky for all to behold.
In isolation my imagination has run wild and this album is the result, a collection of songs and stories that flowed like a stream of consciousness. Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy, history, and memory. I’ve told these stories to the best of my ability with all the love, wonder, and whimsy they deserve.
Now it’s up to you to pass them down.
ONE YEAR OF FOLKLORE
TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUMS + COLORS (insp.)
queen shit
Este Haim, Alana Haim & Danielle Haim applauding for Taylor Swift’s AOTY win.
raise your hand if folklore has been an escape, a cosy refuge, and a lifeline for you in your darkest hours
aaron literally said that taylor restored his faith in music…please….
evermore + movie posters (part 2)
constantly thinking about this....WE ARE GETTING SO CLOSE
Folklore + favorite songs/lines
It started with imagery. Visuals that popped into my mind and piqued my curiosity.
Stars drawn around scars. A cardigan that still bears the scent of loss twenty years later. Battleships sinking into the ocean, down, down, down. The tree swing in the woods of my childhood. Hushed tones of “let’s run away” and never doing it. The sun drenched month of August, sipped away like a bottle of wine. A mirrored disco ball hovering above a dance floor. A whiskey bottle beckoning. Hands held through plastic. A single thread that, for better or for worse, ties you to your fate.
we as a society don’t talk enough about this picture
guys, they caved. at least for the amas, the battle is won. bmr and scooter are desperately trying to force taylor to agree not to re-record her albums because that means the 300 mil they spent on her masters will go to waste, and every time they fold like this, the less they have to hold over her head. taylor is absolutely going to win this war.
“scared to call them my friends and be broken again”