#i’m thinking 🎃 anon is legit bc what troll would be smart enough to connect allll these dots and turn them into riddles

[daisyswift3]

Oh my god so this is what the cardigan music video was depicting. This whole time she’s been writing abt her future plans. These songs and music videos were only supposed to make sense in retrospect after the fact but we’re getting a sneak peak. Messages 7-8 describe her leaving the safety of her cabin and her rubies behind (kaylor public separation) to save her lover after someone threatens to expose them and being tossed out on waves (evermore/DBATC/august/Peter losing Wendy). Message 9 is abt the folkmore era when she starts heavily using allegories and metaphors to describe the past, present, and future. She has repeatedly said in her speeches before betty that this is the motif of folklore: A Victorian woman/ghost who wanders the woods collecting feathers, holding a candle, and writing poetry w/ a quill pen on parchment. Taylor’s made it clear SHE’S the ghost (or apparition, 6th message) telling us her story through metaphors and quite literally through folklore—like sending a message in a bottle after being shipwrecked (gold rush). Message 10 is abt her wandering through the folklorian woods and finally finding a way out. She steps into the daylight, shatters her glass closet, and her lover is waiting on the other side (exile/end of willow mv). Message 11 takes place after midnight. She has finally returned home to her cabin where she’s reunited w her lover, her cardigan (new year’s day/end of betty, cardigan, and evermore). “Candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore.” This is the final chapter of the story.

Is this what her film is going to be abt??

🎃 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 🎃