🎃 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? 🎃
Here is 🎃 earlier message today.
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🎃 Imagine this. It is 3 am and Halloween is over. Costumes have been taken off and packed away in boxes, perhaps to be taken out again next year if they haven't been outgrown. Empty candy bowls sit on entryway tables. Toilet paper hangs strung across wilted lawns and barren tree branches. Sheep have removed their wolf’s clothing with relief. Masqueraders with masks removed, mermaids who have traded tails for sweatpants. A woman walks down the center of an empty suburban street, shaking from the cold. She peers around with wilde, curious eyes as if she's seeing the world for the first time. She is drenched in salt water, as if she had just crawled from the ocean. She wears an odd combination of tattered clothing - remnants of a fantastical gown and a comfortable sweatshirt - that doesn't quite make sense. There is something very odd about her. Nevertheless, she simply walks down the street. Finally, she reaches a house that looks like all the others. But it is not like the others. Because it is hers. There are figures in the window, anxiously awaiting her return home. With a warm smile cracking the shell-shocked exterior of her face, she ascends the porch stairs. There is a Jack-O-Lantern perched by the front door. There is a tealight candle at its center, the dancing glow casting shadows from deep within the carved, jagged-toothed smile. And as she watches, the flame🕯️ finally🕯️flickers🌬️OUT 🎃
i dont know how people can still stan taylor swift after she ate that sheet metal and spat the shrapnel at that newborn
I saw this tweet earlier today saying Karlie is now being shown under the cast of Miss Americana with (voice) beside her name. Note: shes the only one that says (voice). And considering that Karlie’s voice in CIWYW is THE Kaylor lore for the documentary… 👀
So, I checked myself and sure enough, she is!
I also checked the FAQ’s to see if just anyone (aka fans) can change or add someone and that doesn’t seem to be the case, especially with how widely used IMDb is in the industry.
(For some personal context, I’m a massive Kate McKinnon fan, so I saw the Ghostbusters 2016 release and the reactions from the dude bros in real time. Not one person changed anything there. But they did brigade the scoring with 1 star reviews before the movie even came out.)
Now, here’s something even more interesting. I copied the full cast IMDb link into the Wayback Machine website and the last capture was June 16th of this year. Karlie is not listed there.
Which means this was added some time between then and now… and guess what happened in the middle of that? Oh, yeah. Karlie showing up to the eras tour. 🤭
Here’s some videos that show why we 100% believe it’s Karlie’s voice:
Holy shit. The implications of her playing a song about her Invisible love (they just see right through me vs. they see right through me, i see right through me) right after playing a song about the time she made out with a woman in public & yet people still discourse about her being straight. She’s crazy for that.
Just very interesting that she decides to play question and invisible…. the implications indeed
I was literally shocked to hear that some Gaylors hadn't seen these! Here are Taylor's gayest high school MySpace posts, mostly targeted at her friend Kelsey (dammmnnn) Morris, and a cheerleader 2 grades ahead of her at Hendersonville High School, Lacey J. (and Lacey's boyfriend from BHS, Taylor J.).
September 3, 2005
“I am obsessed with you.
If you look out your window and down the street about 200 yards, you may see a big white van parked on the street. I am inside the van with a telescope and computer. Just trying to catch a glimpse of kelsey dammmnnn morris.
haha. end of story.”
September 6, 2005
“LACEY LACEY LACEY
I’m in love with you.
There’s just no other way around it.
hehe”
September 10, 2005
“Pretty girl.
I could walk twenty feet and knock on your door and ask you how you’ve been…
But I think I’ll just sit here and type it.
Tell me how you’ve been, child.
taylor”
September 11, 2005
I have the same name as your boyfriend.
Therefore I am better than everyone and you should like me more.
taylor”
September 18, 2005
“Kelsey’s awesome.
And got best smile.
And should have gotten best everything else.
Hahah
iloveyou”
October 12, 2005
“Everybody watch Kelsey’s scrolling pictures of her friends until you get to the one of shelby.
Her boobs look AMAZING.
hahahahahahaha”
November 6, 2005
“If you were a guy I’d probably date you.
Just a friendly reminder.
<3”
December 28, 2005
“WOW I LOVE YOUR PICTURES
(i haven’t been on here in a while and technology alone fascinates me)
Hey I love you and now I know exactly where your house is, and also that Grant plays guitar? Yes, he does.
Why?
Because he’s Grant Motherfucking Wood. That’s why.
We’re hanging out New Years and I’m driving the Hummer and it will be amazing.
-T-
PS: Hi, Kelsey’s mom!”
(SHE DROVE A HUMMER?? GIRLIE...)
December 29, 2005
“Lil’ Kels.
hahahahhaha
I looove love love your new pictures. You are pretty.
You’re right.. you better watch out.
Because I do what I want.
-T-”
January 8, 2006
“My name is Taylor, I am not clingy, I do not want a boyfriend.
I do not show signs of wanting a boyfriend.
I do not make hints leading on to the fact that I may want a boyfriend.
So how, tell me, on EARTH is it possible for someone to confuse this issue and IGNORE me because:
they don’t want a girlfriend.
(%(*..)%((IOJENTI..OWI$...)WO
-T-”
April 23, 2006
[3 sophomore year prom pictures with Kelsey Morris]
“(this is you quite obviously staring at my boobs)”
April 24, 2006
“Lyrics we live by:
And it hurts to want everything
and nothing at the same time
I want what’s your and i
want what’s mine
I want YOU, but I’m not
giving in this time.
haha
i love you
you’re really pretty.
-T-”
April 30, 2006
“Kelsey.
I love you and I’m sorry about all the “distance”.
Distance = stupid and unnecessary.
Dude. The truth is, i miss you. Starbucks tomorrow?”
Bonus:
“I read your complaining comment about how your not on abigails top 8. well, how could you be? I’M THERE. TAKING YOUR SPOT HAHAHAHAHA. (evil laugh, you know the drill). Well, anyway, listen my queer fellow. I thinketh we shall hangeth out sometime soon, eh? yes, i do believe i am growing fond of this idea. drive over in your sex van and come pick me up. farewell knave."
Click here for all non-Gaylor MySpace posts from that era
she saw the Twitter giving rep/lover songs to dianna and said "i'm gonna start claiming 1989 too"... 😏
Like by Karlie kloss 🙃
Something gonna happen soon 👀
🎃 Imagine this. You’re a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared. This is a moment where things shift. Your ship is docked too far out to sea. You’d swim to it, but the waters are infested with sharks. Your life raft is long deflated. Your team is cornered on the dock, surrounded by bad guys and bystanders. Each time they step forward, your crew is shuffled back, crashing waves and gnashing jaws behind you. You glare at the enemy protectively, blocking your beloved crew from view. The enemy twists a fluffy dandelion in their fingers, already a few florets taking off in the breeze. You whimper as you watch them go, and with a sneer of amusement the enemy offers you a deal. “If you jump into the water, we won’t lay a finger on anyone else. We won’t even take the rubies.” You step forward without hesitation, accepting the deal. The enemy just laughs. “Not YOU. Her.” Your lover steps out in front of you, ready to face the music. Ready to pay for your crimes. She was always the one who was ready. You were the one who was scared. The one who overstayed your welcome in this coastal town. The one who got everyone into this mess. And now the enemy who has chased you ‘round the seas finally has you cornered. And all they want is one final sacrifice. One final act of courage from the woman who has already displayed more than enough integrity. You kiss her goodbye. And step forward. “TAKE ME INSTEAD.” You assert. Not an offer. A demand. Lightning crackles in the sky, reflecting your emotions exactly. Your lover grabs your hand, yanking you back. Refusing to let you go. Not even to save herself. Not even to save the precious little gemstones nestled deep in her pocket. Just you. You tug against her grasp, mind made up. You are a selfish asshole, except for maybe just this once. To insure the safety of those you love, you would dive off the dock willingly. Ten times over and over. You would relish in the crunch of your bones between great white teeth. You have always craved destruction. Scrawled devil horns on photos of yourself. This is different. It has to be. The enemy accepts your deal, glee filling their eyes as if this is what they wanted all along. Perhaps it is. You are a coward, but you are not a fool. You make mistakes, but never the same one twice. You are not a hero. You never have been, and you never will be. You're a selfish asshole. But there are some people in this world worth breaking character for. And so in one swift motion, you replace the solid boards beneath your feet with rushing deep blue water. 🎃
Taylor singing Dress to Karlie
Just Queer Analysis of Taylor Swift’s music and simping for Karlie Kloss
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