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my mind turns your life into folklore

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.

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😔

It's been one year since folklore was released besties! Here are some things I felt when I first listened to it<3 (yes I wrote this exactly a year ago)

Living in a tiny cottage covered in vines and flowers, filled with warmth and coziness. Sitting beside the crackling fire with a book whose pages lost their color years ago, but never did its words lose their beauty. Or living in an enormous, gothic castle, with mysterious owners and libraries and secret passages, some of which remain undiscovered.

The thing about these stories is that regardless of how long ago or by whom they were written, it's incredibly fascinating to see how hundreds of years ago, people loved the same way, dreamt the same way and regretted their choices the same way they do now. They too longed to be a part of something bigger. It's to feel nostalgic about an experience that you've only ever had in your imagination. To look at the raindrops on your window and wish you hadn't messed up. Wish you hadn't broken the hug just as quick. Wish you had payed more attention to the words that were never said.

It's to crave adventure, yet need peace. It's the feeling you get when you find an old picture that you don't recall taking, or while watching a movie that seems so magical that for a moment, just for a moment, you forget about all those wounds that time could never heal.

To grow up in a small town and fall in love in highschool, only to move to a big city where no one knows your name, where you lose the numbers of people who promised to choose your wedding dress. To live in a tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower, making art that no one will ever know exists, drinking tea that lost it's warmth when you weren't looking, much like your heart.

To time changing the colour of leaves, but not their mind. To being a hopeless romantic, yet never having fallen in love before. To wanting to be different, yet not knowing how to change. To getting lost in the woods, thinking that you found your way out, only to realise that you never did. To being called crazy.

Please don't ever stop believing in magic in a world filled with fear, uncertainty and loneliness .♡