sometimes there's no proof. you just know.

I’m a third of the way into my QoA reread and I just have nothing to say. this book is perfect. when I am reading it I am not thinking about Posting

THERE WERE SUGARSNAPS AT THE FARMERS MARKET 🫛🙌🫛

thinking about London being first a place where Taylor’s lover was far from her, somewhere that she couldn’t reach and which symbolized the lack of union, lack of synchronicity (Come Back Be Here) and then she’s able to joyfully make it her home (London Boy). but then in So Long, London she’s being made to feel like a foreigner again. she’s putting in endless effort to make herself fit, and she does love it, but she doesn’t really belong. she’s locked out of the safe. she’s the odd man out. your home’s a town you’re just a guest in. she’s briefly welcomed into foreign territory and then she’s just abandoned there. but the beauty of the thing is looking at her life now and seeing how she was able to return to a place that was actually hers, where she didn’t have to adapt herself to fit in, didn’t have to sacrifice who she was and what she wanted in order to belong. So Long, London is about saying goodbye to a place that was home. but it’s a place which was always first someone else’s home. saying goodbye to it is the beginning of the return to her true self which we see in The Alchemy. getting color back into my face, indeed.