this is like, weeks of therapy in one sentence. 

there will never be a time in my life where i hear a taylor swift song and don’t feel like i’m home

Folklore is like... when you’ve just broken up with someone and you’re sitting outside at night and the air is crisp and the moonlight is reflecting off of the clouds and you know you’re sad but it’s a new beginning for you. I can’t explain it but

MY HEART, MY HIPS, MY BODY, MY LOVE, TRYNA FIND A PART OF ME THAT YOU DIDN’T TOUCH WITH YOUR FACE AND THE BEAUTIFUL EYES, AND THE CONVERSATIONS WITH THE LITTLE WHITE LIES, AND THE FADED PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT YOU CARRIED ME FROM YOUR CAR UP THE STAIRS, BUT YOU GAVE UP ON ME LIKE I WAS A BAD DRUG NOW IM SEARCHING FOR SIGNS IN A HAUNTED CLUB, OUR SONGS, OUR FILMS, UNITED WE STAND, OUR COUNTRY GUESS IT WAS A LAWLESS LAND, QUIET MY FEARS WITH THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND, PAPER CUT STINGS FROM OUR PAPER THIN PLANS, AND I BROKE DOWN CRYING WAS SHE WORTH THIS MESS? AFTER EVERYTHING AND THAT LITTLE BLACK DRESS, MY TIME, MY WINE, MY SPIRIT, MY TRUST, TRYNA FIND A PART OF ME YOU DIDN’T TAKE UP, GAVE YOU SO MUCH BUT IT WASN’T ENOUGH AFTER EVERYTHING I MIST CONFESS I’LL BE ALRIGHT ITS JUST A THOUSAND CUTS