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icardigan · 1 year
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don't want no other shade of blue but you
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ourstolenlullabiess · 6 months
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some classical art + some of my fav Taylor lyrics (part 2)
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bealovesmarauders · 1 year
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folklore is for the girls who can't bring themselves to close the last page of a book. for the girls who hate the cold but love the feeling of snowflakes upon eyelashes. who wear sweaters to cover up their aching, who notice every single little detail, who sit in solitude and silence and observe their loved ones. for academic validation girls who love the moon. for girls scared to get drunk, because of the fear that they will lose everything if they lose themselves.for the oldest sisters. girls with not a lot of friends but the ones they do have are considered family, who appreciate the little things, who tell their mothers everything. girls who love their families with their entire soul and just want their grandparents to be proud of them, and know that they are loved. girls who are 'mature for their age' but miss growing up, who sneak stolen glances and feel like second chances, girls who feel forgettable and retreat into themselves wondering if anyone will care. girls with quiet voices, who don't know how to dance, who worry over everything. for the introverts. for the ones who long to be understood with their whole hearts so much it hurts. girls who hope to recieve a love letter at least once in their life. girls who like rain. girls who want to say i love you but the words get caught in their throats. girls who forget about their stuffed animals for a month or so and then hold them tight while sleeping to apologize. the girls who don't know if they're an augustine or a betty, who love and love with all their hearts but end up brushed aside, wrists broken and bruised from fighting their feelings. girls like me.
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taylorsradio · 8 months
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don’t want no other shade of blue, but you
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Miranda - The Tempest - John William Waterhouse (detail) // hoax - Taylor Swift
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loveisaruthless · 8 months
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taylor swift’s discography: moodboard edition
hoax, folklore
"don't want no other shade of blue but you."
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vigilantedogshit · 1 year
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Hoax is such an underrated track in Folklore It’s one of her best songs
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iknowplaces-tv · 1 year
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your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in
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willowivyproblems · 10 months
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The Eras Tour: Detroit, N1.
The visuals for folklore are insane. Captured this before it could disappear 💌
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chiefdirector · 1 year
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hoax | Folklore | Mike Ross x Harvey Specter | Suits
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My only one; my smoking gun.
Harvey had always seen a part of himself in Mike, he supposed that was why they got along so well. They shared so many morals and views and yet Mike rivalled Harvey’s worldview. Maybe that was why Harvey loved him so much, or maybe it was the Mike looked at him.
He looked at like like he had hung the stars in the skies. For so long, Harvey had felt like his deserved his solitude in life, but by God did Mike Ross change that. He had started to begin to think that he could be happy; that they could be happy. But then Mike had to go and be a martyr.
My eclipsed sun, this has broken me down
Anita Gibbs had it out for Harvey from the get go. She wanted to crumble down the towers he had built for himself, his life, his kingdom. Every impenetrable wall he spent years masterfully constructed because of his and Mike’s dirty little secret. He almost had everything he wanted in life; he was one of the best lawyers in New York, he had Mike, Jessica, and Donna.
The sun was setting on his perfect life because of Anita Gibbs. He couldn’t beat her. He had to play her game and he was losing.
My twisted knife; my sleepless night
The first night without Mike wasn’t the hardest, nor was it the second, third, or even fourth. The worst night was around the two week mark when the bedsheets had been changed and the bedroom tidied. When Harvey couldn’t smell the faintness of Mike’s aftershave, or when Harvey couldn’t see the pile of clothes that used to drive him absolutely insane. The hardest part was when he could feel what traces of Mike had had left slip through his fingers like sand in a timer.
He thought he had no right to complain. Mike was the one in prison, Mike took the fall, Mike lost his life. And yet, Harvey was the one with the sleepless nights and the biggest regrets.
You know I left a part of me back in New York
Even though he didn’t leave the city, it certainly didn’t feel like home anymore. Harvey wasn’t sure when home had shifted from the imposing skyscrapers and the brooding populous to the smartass associate of his, from the sleepless mornings to the sleepless nights, to the warmth of dah to the cool evenings.
New York didn’t feel like New York at all. It was a place barren of all things good and Harvey, for the first time in his life, was desperate to leave. If it wasn’t for Mike he would be a bat out of Hell. Correction: if it wasn’t for Mike, he wouldn’t feel like this in the slightest, and yet he doesn’t regret loving him in the slightest.
You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart
Even after Mike came home, and his scent returned to the apartment - as well as the mess pile of clothes - Harvey still felt the big gaping hole in his chest. For a time he thought that it was a manifestation of his internal grief and that it would never go away, but he now realised it was the physicality of being in love. The hurt came along with the pleasure.
The pain would remain with him for as long as he would remember. He could be old and senile but still remember the pain. The pain would be endless but worth it if it meant that he could love Mike Ross forevermore. It was a small price to pay for their freedom; for his freedom.
Don't want no other shade of blue but you; No other sadness in the world would do
Maybe that was it. The lesson he had to learn. Harvey was a stubborn woman, he would be the first of many to admit that in a court of law but even he could change. And if Harvey Specter, ‘the greatest closer in New York City,’ could change then maybe, just maybe there would be for the legal system. And if the legal system could change, then it could be changed by them.
Mike being able to practice was the first step of many but it was the right step to take. Harvey was just thankful that he could take that step alongside him.
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kahristinmakesstuff · 8 months
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folklore doodles
2023. watercolor on paper.
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burntblueberrywaffles · 9 months
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Star Wars thought of the day is Anakin Skywalker x hoax by Taylor Swift thank you
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ts-song-tournament · 8 months
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Sparks Fly vs hoax
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diaryofsheets · 9 months
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Folklore as books
Part 3
Images from Pinterest
Edited by me
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andieanderson-writes · 6 months
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The urge to write an angst Gojo fanfic after listening to hoax🕳🏃🏻‍♀️
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cowboylikesab · 7 months
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if hoax has a million fans i’m one of them, if hoax has 100 fans i’m still one of them, if hoax has one fan it’s me, if hoax has 0 fans it means i have left this world, if the world is against hoax then i am against the world
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