Wait what!? Are they for real?!
A DANDELION
And is Justin Vernon literally pointing at it while wearing the albatross face mask?!
I didn’t see the signs no (well the albatross ☑️)
🎃
HAPPY FREAKING HALLOWEEN TO US?!
What parallel universe did we step into
🎃 Imagine this. You are walking through your yard. It's one of your favorite places, all sprawling garden rows and vibrant green grass. There are herbs for cooking and spell casting. There are daisies - so many daisies - in every shade of your rainbow. Up ahead you spot a small cropping of weeds, and set your foot on each stepping stone of the path that leads right to them. The house is a little farther now, but you are still within the confines of your tall and impenetrable fence. Nothing comes through that fence. Not now and not ever. Within it you are safe. Your lover and your fresh baked buns are safe. (The buns, of course, are in the oven turning golden as you speak. It's an old family recipe, jotted lovingly on a recipe card.) You reach the weeds and pluck a dandelion. Caught up in a moment of buoyant childlike whimsy, you make a wish and blow, blow, blow. Hundreds of featherly florets scatter. You laugh. You watch as they ride the breeze, one floret in particular. It drifts and dances like all the others, but as the wind changes direction it swoops over the fence. You lose sight of it, and send a silent apology to whoever ends up with a cropping of dandelions in their yard. Did you know that dandelions don't need to be purposefully planted all at once? All it takes is for one small seed to catch on the breeze, and by then it has spread irreversibly. You'd never know where the initial seed came from, because it has started so small and floated so far. You swallow, staring at the fence. It was you who blew the dandelion in the first place. It was you who ventured too closely to the edge of the garden. It was chance and weather that landed it where it did. You breathe in, and deep and out, expelling the growing anxiety from your body. You turn back to the house. You have those homemade buns to tend to, after all. But as you reach the door you can't help but cast a furtive glance over your shoulder, to the spot where that dandelion floret disappeared. You can never blame someone for the dandelions that sprout in your grass. It’s untraceable and irrelevant. They all come from the same place anyway: a private moment performed too near the property line. Of course the recipient would pluck the weeds so unwittingly planted. Of course they, too, would blow, blow, blow and spread the florets far and wide. Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore. 🎃
Karlos, the woman you are!
Florence + Taylor
Two kings
Ruling the kingdom tonight (again)
We gotcha Taylor 🫶🫶🫶
Call the amateurs
Cut 'em from the team
Ditch the clowns, get the crown
Step into the daylight
And let it go
Let it go
“I present to you: Dr. Taylor Alison Swift being hot as everrrr✨”
From my TikTok archive - @taylorsapphicswift
11/19/22
Your pfp is so pretty 😍💖
aaah thanks! it's because i like pretty (gay) people LOL !!!
TAYLOR NATION YOU DID NOT JUST DO WHAT I THINK YOU DID?!
“A one year celebration post celebrating: the most extraordinary EXPERIENCE premiered in theatre”
Also known as
“Welcome to the next chapter of the 🌞 🦒reintroduction”
Or
“A recap of a mv of a mv premiere about a show in which the main character is portraying different eras… wait what? You lost me. The big LEBOWSKI? - ask Taylor she knows”
Or
“This is a movie about how horrible being famous is”
Accompanied by the song « Cruel Summer » - is giving only good vibes - until you actually listen to the lyrics - but lyrics are potato potato we all know that - TS™️ has said this herself so many times (in between lines) - singing: “and if I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too” gives her the same satisfaction as singing the alphabet backwards - as long as you’re happy she’s happy.
“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did
(Time for a little revenge!)
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and
I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him”
Please, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative. It’s ruining my life 😭
I can’t listen to ‘random’ music anymore without you two koincidencing (yes – I just decided that it’s a verb).
I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me
Isn’t fall great? ✨ 🎭
karliekloss via Instagram: Looking forward to fall 💙✨
Ed Sheeran - Friends
We're not No we're not friends Nor have we ever been We just try to keep those secrets in a lie And if they find out, will it all go wrong? And heaven knows no one wants it to
So I could take the back road But your eyes will lead me straight back home And if you know me like I know you You should love me, you should know
Friends just sleep in another bed And friends don't treat me like you do Well, I know that there's a limit to everything But my friends won't love me like you No, my friends won't love me like you
We're not friends We could be anything If we try to keep those secrets safe No one will find out If it all went wrong They'll never know what we've been through
So I could take the back road But your eyes'll lead me straight back home And if you know me like I know you You should love me, you should know
That friends just sleep in another bed And friends don't treat me like you do And I know that there's a limit to everything But my friends won't love me like you No, my friends won't love me like you
But then again, if we're not friends Someone else might love you too And then again, if we're not friends There'd be nothing I could do
And that's why friends should sleep in other beds And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do And I know that there's a limit to everything But my friends won't love me like you No, my friends won't love me like you Oh, my friends will never love me like you
intertwined, interlaced, interconnected
When delusion becomes reality...
'come along, the water's great, jump in, we're all mad here' - Taylor Swift on Jimmy Fallon (2021)
You could’ve warned us that the risk is drowning though.
Asking for a friend how many tortured poets does your department roughly have, Taylor?
...that’s just how it works. that’s how you get the girl. imgonnagetHERback.
people who write cute little songs about their animals are my No.3 no matter what Until noticed otherwisemadhouse going all in
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