š I cannot share my role in this chess game, but friends have friends of friends. I, for one, love my friends and their friends. I wonder if you know any of them? In magic, there is sleight of hand. Redirection of the eye. None of my messages have been about a rumored new boy toy. He is not the pivot. He is not the brake. He is not the parachute. Behind every public figure, every business transaction that makes up its image, there is a human heart that beats red and hot and furious. Sometimes those emotions donāt line up with what is so easily seen. It takes a lifetime to master the art of biting your tongue until it bleeds, all while feeding the world a blinding smile. That is the story these messages portray. The messy story. The metaphorical story. The true, but oh-so shrouded story. The story of the person behind the curtain. And the person that person loves fiercely. Think of these messages as smoke signals. I may not be around this blog for long, but I have my reasons for painting the pictures I do while I am here. In time, all the pieces fall right into place. A Jack-O-Lantern by any other name is still a Jack-O-Lantern. Speaking of, I love Halloween, donāt you? Iām already counting the days until October. š
Apparently thereās a rumor going around (started by Patrick A. himself) NYU that Taylor dumped toe by email.
All I can think is āyouāre firedā šš
I was like who tf is Patrick? š
Thatās funny.
Can we talk about the visuals for wildest dreams? How she looks so peaceful⦠and the implications of her burning it down several times throughout the show? Throughout the last few years⦠how the cover of midnights is her with a lighter
How she walks into the house, throws a match on gasoline and then walks out?
diesel is desire / you were playing with fire š„
See these posts for more fire/gasoline/matches references:
š To those who have requested I give some kind of sign or signal to prove my validity - I see you. In fact, I am one step ahead. If you read my messages closely, and hold them to the light in the coming unfoldings, I think you will find many connections and foretellings. I have a feeling we all share a similar taste in music. Watch for words and phrases I use that might ring a belle. It is a fine line to walk, proving to you that I am here and yet leaving no trace. I am the metaphor. I am the apparition. I am the line of poetry you read years ago, but cannot remember distinctly enough to cite. I cannot force you to trust me, and I admire your discernment and awareness. It is those very traits that have allowed you to see the story you have all these years. The story of two princesses. No place for a prince, despite the spotlight that shines on him. One day, people will say youāre the lucky ones. All I can ask of you is this: To have an open mind, rolling new ideas over in your thoughts and keeping only what feels right. To hear what I say, even if you must hold it gently until things come more clearly into focus. And to have patience as, layer by painstaking layer, the picture is painted. Already, I am grateful for the ways you have read into my messages. Fact and truth can be two different things. For example, this is a pumpkin. And it is also a Jack-O-Lantern. š
So Jack, who just so happened to produce the 1975ās latest album, set Taylor up with Mattyā¦who sheās known for over 10 yearsā¦and the article mentions the briefly ādatedā before? LOL BFFR.
Theyāve been dating for under 2 months, which wouldāve been since March, yet she went through a ādivorceā with Toe in the middle of closing on an $8.3 million house with him sometime in March (according to āsourcesā), which was made public in April and from April 9th to May 2nd, she has dated the race car driver, Bradley Cooper, AND Matty, who again, sheās been dating for almost 2 months?
And she still manages to perform a 44 song set list back to back to back whilst bathed in lesbian flag and rainbow lighting with a smile on her face and garter on her thigh with the occasional dinner/outing with her friends squeezed in between?
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And at last the mystery is solved, she is singing about the football team's t-shirt
The way sheās once again including herself in the lgbtq community. Sheās literally a friend of dorothy (x)
picture me fingers deep in your ex wife or whatever it was that taylor swift said
š Imagine this. You are on the balcony of an ice castle. Pushing and pushing against the railing, slowly trudging toward a horizon that never seems to get any closer. Smashing against the frozen structure that is so solid it feels like glass, so solid it feels like it will never break. The time draws near, springtime sunshine causing small drips and fractures. You strike a match and blow the smoke toward the structure that shelters and protects you. Suddenly, you hear a crack, a crunch, a whoosh. There is a sudden give beneath you, and you tumble through the broken, melting hole in your palace. You have FINALLY smashed through the ice castle! It was so slow, and then suddenly so all of a sudden! You'd thought it would take much longer to arrive in this moment! However, in this suddenness you find yourself still somehow underprepared, kicking yourself for the time you squandered by wallowing in the seeming endlessness of your predicament. All this time spent inching toward a finish line. No time at all spent readying for an end. Shit. In midair, you scramble for a parachute. You will reach the ground either way, whether you float like a feather or freefall like a meteor. But after all this time, you decide you'd like to land softly, rather than crash in a tangle of broken limbs and fiery shock. Dear reader, I'm sure this tale has raised a question...? Why would someone you believe to have wings need a parachute? š
Here is š earlier message today.
Just Queer Analysis of Taylor Swiftās music and simping for Karlie Kloss
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