britt

Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy, history, and memory.

teardrops on my guitar (2006) x my tears ricochet (2020) lyric parallels. 

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.

In life, we grow up and we encounter the nuanced complexities of trying to figure out who to be, how to act, or how to be happy. Like invisible smoke in the room, we wonder what kind of anxiety pushes you forward and what kind ruins your ability to find joy in your life. We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. All the while, we crave romance. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love.

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Cause I haven’t moved in years And I want you right here

Taylor’s albums as Christmas trees 🌲

I’ll be one of the many saying you made us proud ❣️

Lover (2019)