folklore + favourite lyrics
i think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i’m in exile, seeing you out
f o l k l o r e, taylor swift
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#folklore#candy swift#*#i said taylor can't have an album better than red and she slapped me in the face#and said 'we'll see'#this is honestly her best album lyric wise / music wise#aesthetic wise#THE VIBES IT GIVES#feels like driving an old car through misty roads of pacific northwest
my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue all's well that ends well to end up with you swear to be overdramatic and true to my l o v e r
reputation + songs // part II
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#candy swift#reputation#*#i feel like from the point of lyrics rep is better than 1989#but for me there's too much synth-electro-whatever stuff#this is my only issue#if there was a little bit more music#REAL music#more 'new years day' kind of songs#it would be priceless and 10/10#cause even 'call it what you want to' taylor wrote with guitar#she's so good at guitar performances#anyways we have what we have#she did a good job#i listen to new year's day dwoht and getaway car non stop
i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me. i'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams.
“i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.”
The Lucky One, Taylor Swift.
The monsters turned out to be just trees. I’m setting you free.
Christmas lights glisten, I've got my eye on the door just waiting for you to walk in. But the time is ticking, people ask me how I've been as I come back through my memory, How you said you'd be here, you said you'd be here.
another meme I won’t finish; 3/10 bands/musicians Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket. Words, how little They mean when you're a little too late. I stood right by the tracks, Your face in a locket. Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait. – Taylor Swift
make me choose; anonymous asked: taylor swift red or1989If you ever lost somebody, you know that you're never just feeling one feeling at a time, It's much more complicated then that and when I was writing my song I decided maybe instead of writing how i felt, maybe it would be better, it would be better to write what happened from beginning to end because, I remembered it all too well.
♫ What do you say When tears are streaming down your face In front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one Who means the most to you Is the one who didn't show? ♫
Hey, you called me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
Sometimes I look back in my journals from when I was 13 and 14 years old. Every night, I would write about how badly I wanted to be a musician and to be known for making music – and how badly I wanted to be on the stage, and how badly I wanted that to be my fingerprints. I wanted to be known for the words that I write and the songs that I sing. And that’s never changed. At no point have I ever lost perspective that I am so incredibly fortunate to get to do this.
I’ve felt more settled and unapologetic about who I am and what I stand for. I think that might be one of those symptoms of growing up and becoming your own person, and depending less on other people’s opinions of you. I just hope that keeps going because I’m liking it.
Say you’ll remember me.