đ Imagine this. Youâre a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared. This is a moment where things shift. Your ship is docked too far out to sea. Youâd swim to it, but the waters are infested with sharks. Your life raft is long deflated. Your team is cornered on the dock, surrounded by bad guys and bystanders. Each time they step forward, your crew is shuffled back, crashing waves and gnashing jaws behind you. You glare at the enemy protectively, blocking your beloved crew from view. The enemy twists a fluffy dandelion in their fingers, already a few florets taking off in the breeze. You whimper as you watch them go, and with a sneer of amusement the enemy offers you a deal. âIf you jump into the water, we wonât lay a finger on anyone else. We wonât even take the rubies.â You step forward without hesitation, accepting the deal. The enemy just laughs. âNot YOU. Her.â Your lover steps out in front of you, ready to face the music. Ready to pay for your crimes. She was always the one who was ready. You were the one who was scared. The one who overstayed your welcome in this coastal town. The one who got everyone into this mess. And now the enemy who has chased you âround the seas finally has you cornered. And all they want is one final sacrifice. One final act of courage from the woman who has already displayed more than enough integrity. You kiss her goodbye. And step forward. âTAKE ME INSTEAD.â You assert. Not an offer. A demand. Lightning crackles in the sky, reflecting your emotions exactly. Your lover grabs your hand, yanking you back. Refusing to let you go. Not even to save herself. Not even to save the precious little gemstones nestled deep in her pocket. Just you. You tug against her grasp, mind made up. You are a selfish asshole, except for maybe just this once. To insure the safety of those you love, you would dive off the dock willingly. Ten times over and over. You would relish in the crunch of your bones between great white teeth. You have always craved destruction. Scrawled devil horns on photos of yourself. This is different. It has to be. The enemy accepts your deal, glee filling their eyes as if this is what they wanted all along. Perhaps it is. You are a coward, but you are not a fool. You make mistakes, but never the same one twice. You are not a hero. You never have been, and you never will be. You're a selfish asshole. But there are some people in this world worth breaking character for. And so in one swift motion, you replace the solid boards beneath your feet with rushing deep blue water. đ
Damn, the Swifties are really hating him, huh? The way she's gonna push him so hard in the public. I can't wait until he goes back on tour cause Matty just ain't it. Sorry...
Taylor girl. What is going on...
maybe she wants them to hate someone sheâs attached to more than they hate on karlie. thatâs what itâs giving.
This Anon was sent to @spade-riddles and it is either trying to mimic something Taylor would send or is an inside source. I am supremely annoyed either way, but I just wanna point a few things out because I canât stop myselfâwhich was probably the intention because we are all fucking FBI detectives with this shit
1) đâJACK o lantern /pumpkinâJack A? Halloween? October?
2) HEELâMatt Healy đ€ź
3) sparks flyâSpeak Now
4) to be readyâfor it?
5) đâwhy again? Beginning and ending ?
This could all be word salad bullshit and a distraction from the dumpster đ„
Do you guys really think it's Joe? Really?
Lover's second surprise song
Dear đ ,
I was walking the beach tonight and almost tripped over an old wine bottle. I picked it up and examined it, noticing it had been worn down in the waves. âHow far had it traveled?â And then it caught my eye - a piece of parchment tucked inside. My heart started pounding with excitement at the discovery! I gingerly removed the cork youâd carefully encased in wax protecting your message. Slowly, patiently, I coaxed the parchment from the bottle. My hands shook as I read your letter. As I scanned each word you wrote, I could feel the empathy and grief filling me from within until it all burst from my eyes. The salt from my tears mixing with the salt of the ocean. I rushed home over the dune with the bottle and message in hand. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears as I tried to slow my thoughts. Clamoring toward my study, I heard my wife calling out from the kitchen, âIs everything ok, dear?!â I flung open my writing desk, pulling out a leaf of parchment. My pen flew across the page - flowing, sloping, swooping - Trying to expel the words I thought you needed. I trusted the pen. I hope it was true. I am returning this message to your bottle with my wax and seal. I hope this finds you in return, but I have a feeling that it will. Sometimes we women just know things...
(Enclosed Message)
Imagine This. A group of people have known your truth for as far back as you started sharing it. They have always been here, and they always will. They often quietly send good energy your way with intentions for peace and protection. For them, you arenât an anti-hero. Or a selfish assholeâŠ. Or any other negative internal self-talk track that might exist. Imagine you are just seen, supported, and ENOUGH. When you breathe in, imagine taking in all the love and support you need to move forward on whatever path you choose. As you exhale, imagine you breathe out all of the fears of faceless former fans in public outrage. Imagine believing that the universe always takes care of you, and when plans fall apart, it opens opportunities for your growth.
May you, Karlie, and your family find strength together as you prepare to turn the page on this chapter.
Warmly,
A lucky beachcomber
4° of Agust 2023 this video is now private in Vogue YouTube channel. But, this artifact will not be erase. We will always remember, we were there...
Kaylor was the first thing I thought of lol
âthis oneâs about you. you know who you are. i love you.â ???????????
Thank you to that big-brained anon!!
The timeline for early Kaylor is clear but certain people donât seem to understand it:
Nov 13, 2023: they become close. They have met and interacted before this and there was most likely a mutual crush. They may have been texting before this as well.
Somewhere around Nov 20: they âhang outâ.
A few days later karlie says in an interview that they are soulmates. Karlie talks about Taylor in another interview a week or two later saying they hang out and they are just ânormal,â indicating sheâs had a bit of media training on how to talk about Taylor.
For most of December they may not have hung out at all, but maybe once or twice. They were very busy. The relationship remains undefined and this drives Taylor nuts. They probably both were seeing others during this time.
Jan 6: Taylor writes that dating is awful but sheâs now once again considering moving to NYC.
Jan 9: Taylor is in NYC house hunting. The 10th is Andreas bday, and we have evidence Karlie was present for a celebration.
~Jan 21: Taylor writes IKP in the middle of the night, with some urgency. Likely inspired by discussions with Karlie about how they can make a relationship work. They decide to go for it.
End of Jan: offer on Taybeca. A bit of back and forth beforeâŠ
Feb 4th: âŠoffer accepted
Feb 13: Taylor posts about real love.
Around Feb 20, I forget the exact dates but they are out there, she records Style and Clean. They were probably mostly written a bit before this, but this is when she got into the studio to record them. Everyone thinks style has to be about an on-again, off-again relationship that lasted years because most think itâs about Harry and she needed to make it seem like itâs about Harry. But âa while since I even heard from youâ could easily have meant a couple of weeks when she was clearly obsessed and playing mastermind and âwe go around and around each timeâ could have been the handful of times they hooked up without committing (and around and around fits nicely with other kaylor imagery). And, it all fits perfectly with âcat or mouse for a month or two or three.â Yes itâs possible Style is not about her, but it fits just fine, and Taylor has clearly made about her since.
Finally they worked with newly hired Tree to figure out how to go public as besties, and we get the Big Sur photos March 5 and 6th.
so well delineated, anon đ it paints a picture
picture me fingers deep in your ex wife or whatever it was that taylor swift said
Taylor singing Dress to KarlieÂ
Just Queer Analysis of Taylor Swiftâs music and simping for Karlie Kloss
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