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you know why a lot of poets were tortured??? bc they were ga-

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Our Secret Moments In A Crowded Room, They've Got No Idea About Me And You

#the man mv

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Just because I notice things...thought trail

Chunga munga is the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz (bow on his tail)

Which made me think of these red shoes from Taylor’s post

Which reminded me of the Tim Walker shoot Karlie posted last year around this time reminiscing (she was Dorothy)

October 2010 W mag Tim walker shoot

Which made me think of the song Somewhere Over The Rainbow that Karlie added to her “good morning” playlist on 3/8/21

There are only 3 songs on the playlist

The playlist is 13 mins long.

Which made me of course think of this connection

And just throwing these in for good measure

Are we on the Red Brick road right now ?

#friend of dorothy

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Someone sedate me

THE PAWN is MISSING???

'Cause we were born to be the pawn In every lover's game

. After 🎃 anon... ☠️

#mastermind

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Someone sedate me

THE PAWN is MISSING???

'Cause we were born to be the pawn In every lover's game

. After 🎃 anon... ☠️

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Taylor right now

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(and Zolita’s Instagram post!!) AHH

zolita stays winning, this is iconic 😭 both outfits and the hair on point!

#ME AND WHO!?!?!?!?! #AHHHHHHHH #zolita #kaylor

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the 1989 prologue leak and she mad we think she fucked her female “friends” 😭😭

maybe she shouldn't have fucked her female friends. did she think about that

#😭😭😭😭😭

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Oh.

Oh. My. God.

(x)

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #VSFS #kaylor

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The overall theme of the album isn't even romance, it's learning to leave things behind, move on, and discover yourself

not a single love song in the vault. and we’re supposed to believe that? this is such a slap in the face, even worse than the prologue

i’m sorry what? a slap in the face? she didn’t have to release any extra tracks, or work so hard to reclaim her work. the whole thing is a gift to us soo maybe don’t do that?

#1989 taylor's version

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#welcome to new york

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“The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath.”

“If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that, right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.”

For years she wanted to erase that reputation as a “boy crazy,” and she has not stopped highlighting that over and over again, but her fans don't seem to understand it, because for heterosexuality there are no limits or decorum. In my opinion, she mentions her female friends because it's true, the Gaylors love to make up stories about her sleeping with every woman she's publicly seen with, you know, EVERYONE except Karlie.

She's not trying to end Swifties, Gaylors, or Kaylors, but rather the excessive speculation about her love life. I think we Kaylors here on Tumblr have been very peaceful, only taking a defensive stance when we are directly attacked, but we don't go around making fun of other people; at least in my case, if I see something I don't like, I block the user and that's it. Everyone is free to believe what they want, but there is a limit between that and discrimination and harassment. I saw someone mention that if we survived “it's time to go” as well as this, we have also survived Karlie's lavender marriage, Taylor's (terrible) beards and so on.

I also thought it was important to remember that the prologue begins with her haircut as her reinvention, who did she copy that haircut from? Who did she stay in New York for?

#gaylor #kaylor #1989 prologue

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When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle.Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see, in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming, the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that, right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naïveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to… don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.

I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "Welcome to New York". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It’s been waiting for you.

#1989 prologue

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When I first saw this whole video, I cried a little, no lie. ☺️

#SHE JUST #fishbowl #THEY ARE IN FUCKING LOVE #wildest dreams

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TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT

#the fishbowl

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The 🧡🤍🩷 flag

#slut

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not the big sur beach theme for you are in love 😭

#kaylor #yail