#we'll move to india forever

[woahmygay]

ok no so like what if she sings seven as a surprise song as when she says "we'll move to india forever" the screen shows tour dates for india

like i would die

a million little times 🩶🩶

[residentrookie]

how many times do i have to say it, the song seven belongs to james potter and that's final!!

[mohabbaat]

Just some thoughts about the song 7 from folklore. She says: "we'll move to India forever" or something like that. And for the longest time it always felt so fucking weird. Cuz I was like what white/colonial nonsense is that???? YOU WON'T EVEN TOUR TO INDIA BUT YOU WANT TO MOVE HERE??? FOR WHAT??? LIKE ITS SOME EXOTIC PLACE? I'm so done with these white people just coming here exploiting us and literally treating us like shit.

she is white bestie. of course india is an exotic place. afterall, it's where white people come to visit iskcon and wear sarees for aesthetic purposes and then make reels implying they want to marry a "bhraman" guy. it's, also, where they do cute little white people things like saying hello to cows and crying over poverty on camera (but not doing anything to help them off camera obviously cause everyone is a thief and a fraud) and screaming about how dirty the street food is (again, on camera). that being said, i would like her to visit at least once. so she can understand the concept of karma and stop calling it her boyfriend or her cat or the guy on the chiefs or whatever other random thing she thinks it is equivalent to.

[stedesbonnets]

SEASON TWO COUNTDOWN ↳6 DAYS: FAVORITE LYRIC - seven by taylor swift

pack your dolls and a sweater, we'll move to india forever passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

Hi, I absolutely love the way you breakdown tswift songs, and I just wanted to clarify something, that's been bothering me. In 7 she mentions this part "we'll move to India forever" at first I was just like yeah, but the more I listened to it, the more I was like what kind of fucking colonist/white mindset is that? You'll never tour to India but you want to move here?? LIKE??? NO!!!! Don't!!! We've had enough of you white people exploiting us without ever actually ever caring for our country.

Feel free to vent about whatever Taylor Swift lyric you hate. I literally love it. :)

Because you're right, I always saw the line "we'll move to India forever" in the most charitable light. I remember thinking to myself, when I first heard it, that maybe she just loves India.

It made sense to me- because during the pandemic I fell into reading a BUNCH about India's culture, religion, food, anything. (My interest was mostly a result of linguistic interest into how India has shaped the English Language over time). Despite English only being present in the region due to colonialism, India has had a remarkable impact on shaping the Language itself! I emphasize post-colonial theory in my real job- and while I don't write much on India's relation to English Linguistics, I enjoy reading on the subject. So that's why I find it so interesting- because it really speaks to human ingenuity and perseverance. You know? The linguistic diversity present in India alone is so cool- and I really could talk about it forever.

So, I heard the line, and my first thought was like "yeah, okay maybe she just loves India?"

I think I was being too kind with that initial response.

But dude- she's never even toured in India? Like she just refused to go? She's never once talked about India in a positive light at all. So then why would she write that line? Like she will go to any random country in Europe, go to any random state in the USA, and go to couple of select places in Latin America, but it seems like she outright ignores Southern parts of Asia? Except Singapore- because they gave her a boatload of money, I guess. So, why write that line? Why write all of "Karma" is she has no genuine interest or respect for the people from which that philosophy comes?

In combination with her obvious pro-colonialist imagery in her other work, like the "Wildest Dreams" music video, the line in "Bejeweled" about reclaiming the land, and the latest line in "But Daddy I Love Him" about how she wants to win the West, I now believe her line about moving to India to be pure Orientalism.

Plus, the whole issue with the "Karma" song in which she is denigrating the philosophical concept of Karma and making it seem like nothing more than a shallow idiomatic ideal on revenge.

I think she's just an idiot who wants to mention "India" like it's some fantastical realm far away from "reality" (Eg), to her, the USA, as if India is not a real place with a real history and real culture. This is what I mean when I say she offers India no respect or appreciation- you can't liken a place to a mystical realm removed from reality without removing it from its history, culture, and people.

If the whole line is "Pack your dolls in a sweater/ We'll move to India forever/ Passed down like Folksongs" ("Seven" 2020).

She is intuitively linking the concept of moving to India with that of a childhood fantasy- with the word "dolls"- one childhood fantasy which will be ultimately unfulfilled. Thus, I support the argument that her line about moving to India is only in reference to the fact that it's like an unreal fantasy- worlds away from reality.

In literary theory, we call this process of subjective reality removal, and fetishization of the East as a fantasy realm, Orientalism. Orientalism is the act of creating a fantasy of the East, in this case India, that is often full of stereotypes or predicated solely on the myopic lens of western perspective.

Naturally, this facet of literature was mainly popular during the height of British Colonialism in India- in the 19th century. So why is Taylor Swift negotiating Orientalist attitudes in a song in the year of 2020? WHY! Uh- (because she's a fucking Racist with no respect for anyone who's not White and from USA). I've been blind- I fear.

It's such a rude oversimplification of such a diverse and interesting place- and all of her many nods towards Colonialism are so disgusting - I'm actually pissed off about it.

Anyway- That was my long-winded way of completely agreeing with you. You're right it's a shitty colonialist attitude and she should not be getting away with it.

[jewishbarbies]

Hi!! One thing I've noticed about swifties- their hatred for Joe alwyn seems to be rooted in some misandry as well (I'm going off of the larger female base for the swifties) they all seem to generalise him as a "bad man" who didn't let Taylor be free and kept her trapped from society

Also, I think the line in one of her songs on folklore, "We'll move to India forever" is 100% meant to be in the sense of "India is somewhere we won't be recognized and we can live in an exotic place" - very rooted in whiteness + racism. She cannot have meant anything very great because the song is about being peaceful and alone. Alone? In India? Impossible. There are people everywhere.

taylor has openly fostered a gross culture of misandrist feminism (radical feminism) amongst her fans since the beginning in order to excuse and have them cheering for all the bullshit in her songs for so long. it's why she's constantly bringing up "you wouldn't do this if i were a MAN" type bullshit in every interview possible, and publicly shaming any man that doesn't live up to her delusional fantasies for up to 10+ years at a time. immediately after the breakup, swifties claimed 'bejeweled' coincided with taylor's pr people who said she felt "suffocated" in their relationship after claiming they were still friends and had an amicable breakup. bc of this reframing of the split, swifties then began attacking Joe and claiming he was abusive and "kept her locked away in a cabin somewhere" while she "missed sparkling". don't get me wrong, i don't think they'd be kinder to a woman that broke up with taylor, but you can't ignore the obvious misandry in the way they talk about taylor's exes, including Joe.

there are so many red flag lines in her more recent music like that, and they're either racist and/or just plain stupid. like her likening a rough time in a relationship to the horrors of World War i. it's delusion, ignorance, and narcissism.

[lethalchiralium]

That's... not really (?) a request the lyrics just reminded me of simon riley:

And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with

Me and we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

Please picture me

In the weeds

Before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously

Any time I wanted

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

Pack your dolls and a sweater

We'll move to India forever

Passed down like folk songs

Our love lasts so long

(But in case you see potential and feel like it ofc: imagine him and a girl in middle school. They were very close, told each other a lot... so much so that everyone around them thought they were dating but they were just best friends (not really but too young to understand just how deeply they loved each other) and got separated over time and lost contact.) Anyway... hope you have a good day 😊

in honor of speak now (taylor’s version) and of folklore by taylor swift, i give you this

When he saw you again, it was like his lungs were ripped out of his ribcage by an ungodly force.

Your mesmerizing smile made his heart flutter and at that moment, he wished he could change things. Change every time he hid in his closet, change the moment he had to leave you, and change the moment of when he knew he loved you from a desolate night in the arid desert of Mexico to a night where your head was cuddled on his chest, both of you underneath your pink and fluffy blankets when you were both fifteen. He would change the way he left you to believe he had died.

His heartbeat was in his throat, lips dry as he hoped you were alright. He wanted to tell you that he had kept the Manchester United pin you gave to him when you were both fourteen, that it had the needle snipped off so it could settle in his chest pocket of his tactical vest. He hoped you still had that photo booth photo of him and you that was forever saved in your wallet since thirteen.

He wanted to tell you that he still remembered those nights under the stars on the swings, he remembered you fighting off his bullies when you two had first met with a brick in hand, pink lip gloss smile, and scraped up knees. He remembered you pulling him out of that closet at fourteen as his father screamed downstairs, out of his window, in the dark and out of harm. You tucked him into your perfume-drenched pink blankets and wrapped your arms around his bruised chest, hand holding the back of his head to your collarbone as your lips whispered promises into his once bloodied hair.

Don’t walk away. Don’t walk away. Don’t walk away.

You were as beautiful as the day he had left, his breath was shallow and his legs were paralyzed as he watched you determinedly walk past him and towards your destination. He had memorized that walk long ago, one you always made towards him with the world’s brightest smile on your face.

He’d wait all night for you, or until his heart explodes, he had remembered thinking one night as you held his hand, tugging him towards your home. “You can run away with me any time you want, Simon Riley.”

The silence of the people around him made his body be set ablaze, his chest felt as if it was being electrocuted as your smile grew wider.

Do it. Do it now, do it!

Please, don’t walk away, Y/N. Please, not when I finally have you back.

He stood and moved into the middle of the aisle of the church, the priest already speaking the words he needed to hear as he gazed upon your beautiful wedding dress and your boring groom.

Speak now, Simon.

Run away with me any time you want, Simon Riley.

“I object.”

let me know if i should have a part two 🫶

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[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 36

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2373

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: King Of My Heart Beautiful Drug

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Ghost

Standing at the threshold of Hangman's apartment turned out to be even more daunting than anticipated. Staring at his door, Ghost thought grimly: I really should've figured out what to say before I got here. But there's no turning back now. Here goes nothing.

Her hand thudded heavily on the wooden door. She waited impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again. Once more, nothing. Ghost sighed, figuring he wasn't answering because it was her. She knew he was home; otherwise, his blinds wouldn't be raised. Unless he had headphones in while he worked out... that was a good possibility.

Ghost hesitated, grabbed hold of the doorknob, and twisted it. The door opened without resistance. 

"Guess some things really never do change." Ghost stepped inside and set her backpack on the floor, calling out, "Hangman? You home?"

Noise in the back of the apartment caught her attention.

Please don't let there be a girl here...

"Hangman?" Ghost called out again, slowly walking toward the noise. She warily poked her head into the bedroom. "Jake, are-"

"Fuck!" Hangman's voice boomed to her right, and she jumped to face him. Staring at each other like startled deer, Ghost's eyes trailed down his glistening body, water droplets rolling down from his shoulders to his abdomen to his-

Ghost whirled around, cheeks flush from embarrassment and silent awe at what she'd seen. Meanwhile, Hangman hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist and demanded, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you," Ghost replied, wincing at how stupid the words sounded coming out of her mouth.

"And you couldn't have called?"

"Would you have picked up?"

His irked silence gave her the answer. "That's what I thought."

"So you thought waltzing in here was a good idea?"

"I always told you to keep your doors locked before someone unsavory person walked in." I just never thought I'd fall into that category...

"Did you come here to tell me 'I told you so,' or is there another reason?" he snapped. Hangman moved to his dresser, pulling out fresh clothes.

"We need to talk. I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready."

"You're going to be waiting a while."

"Fine. I have nothing else planned today anyway."

Turning on her heel, Ghost exited the bedroom and strode to the kitchen. The bedroom door slammed shut behind her. If Hangman thought his rude demeanor and behavior would dissuade her from talking and persuade her to leave, he was vastly mistaken. Ghost opened her backpack and pulled out the box of letters, setting them on the kitchen island, pristinely clean like the rest of Hangman's apartment.

He took his sweet time getting ready, so Ghost contented herself with rereading the letters as a reminder of why she'd come here as the stress of the impending talk began to loom over her more and more. 

Relax. We'll work this out. It'll be fine. Perfectly fine. We'll- 

Her affirmations were cut off by her ringing phone. Glancing at the screen, she saw her mom's name. Ghost frowned and silenced the call. Not right now. The drama over Maverick being her dad could wait until later when she was emotionally capable of handling it. She was dealing with enough at the moment.

"One existential crisis at a time," Ghost mumbled to herself while she silenced the second call from her mom. A third call came in, but this time, from an unknown number. Either Charlie was borrowing someone's phone to try and reach her, or a new person was trying to call her. Curiosity got the better of her, and Ghost answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, Annalise."

The voice sent ice running down her veins. She shouldn't have answered. "What do you want, Kyle?"

"To talk."

"Did Hangman's threats not get through that thick skull of yours?" Ghost snarled, bracing herself on the counter to keep her hand from shaking. Something about his eerily calm tone set her on edge.

"Either you tell me where you are so I can come talk to you, or I will find you," Kyle said, "and I will not be alone."

"Come anywhere near me, and I will get that restraining order in place." Movement out of the corner of her eye caught Ghost's attention. Hangman walked in, throwing a shirt on, staring at her in concern. He must've heard the last bit of the conversation. She mouthed 'Kyle' to him, and his expression went livid. Without a word, he held out his hand, and Ghost placed her phone in it.

"If you call my girl one more time-" Hangman growled, his lip curling involuntarily- "there will be hell to pay. I have a lot of pent-up rage right now, and I'd love nothing more than to use you as my personal punching bag."

My girl. The declaration sent shivers down Ghost's spine, even though she understood he only said it as a way to deter Kyle from reaching out to her again. Ghost had learned long ago that some men respected another man's claim on a woman more than the woman's outright denial of him.

Kyle said something else, and judging by the murder in Hangman's eyes, it was nothing good. Ghost's suspicion was confirmed when he snarled, "Do not touch her, or I'll make you wish you were dead." 

Hangman hung up after that and returned the phone to Ghost, who asked, "What did he say?"

"I'm not going to repeat it, but... be careful. Kyle's obsessed with you, and he's with Nick now. He has backup if he decides to confront you. Just... be on guard."

"It's good he doesn't know where I live then."

"Don't underestimate Nick's abilities. Even if you've blocked your address from being found by normal methods, if he wants something, Nick will find it." Hangman opened his mouth as if to add more but shut it and moved away from Ghost. He opened a kitchen cupboard and pulled out a glass, filling it with water. "So, why did you barge in here?"

"To talk. About everything. Including-" Ghost slid the box to him- "these."

The color drained from Hangman's face. Deathly quiet, he queried, "How did you get those?"

"It doesn't mat-"

"Yes, it does! You weren't supposed to read these! Where the hell did you-" The epiphany suddenly dawned on him- "Coyote. God... damn it!"

He swiped at the glass of water, sending it flying across the kitchen and shattering against the wall. Shards scattered everywhere, and Ghost might've been concerned about the sudden show of rage had Hangman not suddenly sagged against the counter, shaking.

"How much did you read?" he asked, deceptively calm.

"I didn't intend to read any of them at first since you hadn't been the one to give them to me. Then I decided to read the first one," Ghost admitted guiltily, hating how much this appeared to be affecting him. "And then I couldn't stop. I read all of them."

Hangman scoffed. "They were the ramblings of a delusional aviator. I don't see what was so riveting in them," he replied, heading to a closet and grabbing a broom and dustpan. "You shouldn't have read them. They weren't meant for you."

"Then why were you addressing them to me?"

"Because maybe it started out that way, and it was the closest I could come to telling you what was on my mind without actually burdening you with it."

Ghost shook her head. "We'd been friends for years, Jake. Burdens aren't meant to be carried alone. Your burdens were mine, and vice versa."

"My burdens stopped being yours when I killed you and Ghoul!" He snapped, furiously brushing the shards of glass into the dustpan. She waited for him to finish the chore before she spoke, mainly because she wasn't sure what to say next. Hangman, however, decided he hated her silence and asked a question of his own. "What are you doing? Why are you still coming after me when I told you to leave me alone?"

"Because I told you once that you were stuck with me. Yes, we had a fight. Yes, it was a nasty one, and in our grief, we fractured our friendship. We both had parts in it. You tried to mend it early on, but I was stupid and ignored you. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize the demons you were facing in the aftermath of it. I'm sorry, Jake," Ghost said earnestly, finally taking a step toward him.

"Why do you care so much about fixing us after all this time?"

"Because I loved you back," Ghost replied, sliding his last letter over to him. "Unequivocally, unabashedly, wholeheartedly, I loved you."

I still love you.

At the echo of his written word rolling so easily off her tongue, Hangman's green eyes searched her face, scanning for any lies and deception. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I need you to understand that as long as I'm around, you are not alone in this world. That you will always have someone willing to pull you out of that darkness."

"I don't want to have this conversation, Ghost."

"I don't care. It needs to happen. It's needed to happen for a long time now."

"You should go."

Ghost stood her ground. "No."

His nostrils flared, and he pointed firmly at the door. "Go."

"On one condition."

"This is not a negoti-"

"Do you love me?" Ghost interrupted, stepping toward him again.

"What?" The question took him aback, and he shook his head. "That's not-"

"Do you love me?" Ghost repeated.

"I can't do this, Annalise. We can't-"

She would not be deterred. "Tell me you don't love me, and I will walk out that door right now and never return. I will give you what you want. But first, you have to tell me that you don't love me."

It was a dangerous game she played. For all Ghost knew, Hangman would tell her those dreaded words, and then she'd have to follow through with her promise, even if it killed her to do it.

Hangman took a step back from her, shaking his head. "Annalise, please, I can't- I'm trying to protect you. Why can't you see that?"

"Protect me from what? What do I need protection from? Why won't you answer my question about if you lo-"

"Just stop. Please, stop asking-"

"Is this because you're afraid I won't love you back?" Ghost stared him down, challenging him to answer. When her question was met with silence, she decided to finally reveal the truth that she'd been lying to herself about since the accident that had torn them apart. At the risk of having her last guard wall between them torn down, if it meant she got him to answer, then she'd do it. She'd do anything for him. "Because I do. I love you, Jake."

Hangman froze, the genuineness of her statement crashing over him as his gaze searched her face once more for the lie, but he wouldn't find one. All he would see were the tears welling in Ghost's eyes as she said, "I love you, Jake. I love you so much that if leaving is what you truly want me to do, then I will. If you tell me you do not love me, I will walk out that door without another word or argument. I will do as you wish, and we- we can live our separate lives and be cordial to each other when social situations are required, but I will not talk to you during those times or contact you outside of them. I will find a way to live my life without having the hope that one day, you will once again be in it. But first-" Ghost closed the distance between herself and Hangman, heart and head aching in terror at what his words would be to her request- "you need to tell me that you do not love me."

"Annie, I..." Hangman gulped, and Ghost could've sworn his entire body shook. "I'm a danger. To you, to everyone who-"

"That wasn't my question," she said sharply. "Do you love me?"

"I'm cursed! You don't deserve a life with a man who could get you killed or a guy who was so weak that he thought jumping into the black waves would solve all his issues. You deserve-"

"Jake!" Annalise exclaimed in exasperation, grasping his forearms firmly. "I will decide what type of man I deserve! And I will be the barrier between you and the black waves when they try calling for you to jump into them again. I will stand with you through the good and the bad. Just tell me: do you love me?"

"I love you!" Jake burst, chest rising and falling rapidly at the emotion he loosed. He broke from her grasp, clasping his hands behind his head as he walked away from her. Hangman took a few deep breaths, calming himself, before facing Ghost and closing the distance between them. He cupped her face, and in the gentlest of voices, he said, "Annie, I have loved you from the moment you tried to take my head off with your guitar. I never said anything because I did not want to drag someone as bright and full of light as you down with me into my darkness. I wanted you to find someone who deserved you, and I never saw myself as that man."

I love you. I love you. I love you. The words rang loudly in her head, and Ghost couldn't quite believe she was finally hearing them fall from his lips after all this time. She covered her hands with his, unable to tear her gaze from her sparkling green eyes. 

"You-" Hangman began, kissing her brow- "have bewitched me- body and soul- since the day I met you, and I love you."

Ghost smiled at the reference to her favorite film. She tilted her head up to brace her forehead against his. "Forever?"

Without hesitation, without stumbling or missing a beat, Hangman replied, "And always."

Ghost closed the gap between their lips, and no more words needed to be said.

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[deesi-academia]

"we'll move to india forever" how do you feel liar.

[imaseabear]

THE ERAS AESTHETIC: TS8

" we'll move to India forever"

Taylor swift: Folklore aesthetic

[folkloregirlfriend]

pack your dolls and a sweater we'll move to india forever

[the-prophecy]

How DARE taylor swift song seven which has the lines "we'll move to India forever" WHILE SHE HASN'T EVEN ANNOUNCED THE DATES FOR INDIA OR CONFIRMED SHE'S COMING HERE-

[tarastabz]

The core four x seven (by Taylor swift)

HI ANON!!!

I really love this song so i'm going to try to relate it to them as much as possible.

Are there still beautiful things? Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other. And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you -this could be tara thinking about sam after she left. She remembers her, but with the years going by without seeing her, she starts to forget some details about her, but she will never stop loving her just as much as when they were kids.

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad and that must be why, And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet, and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on -chad and mindy knowing about tara's home situation and wanting her to be safe. They were just kids at the time, and they really thought they could just make tara stay with them, but of course, this wasn't that easy but they tried their best.

Please picture me, In the weeds, Before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously, Any time I wanted -Sam coded. When she was young she used to not give a fuck about whatever people thought of her, she was the strong sister who needed to teach tara to never be afraid to just be herself. This is a part of her that she lost when she learned the truth about her father. But when she's with tara, chad, and mindy, she can still feel that part of her being there.

Pack your dolls and a sweater, we'll move to India forever -this could be connected to sam wanting to take tara with her but at the same time knowing it would be impossible. But this could also be about the core 4 just leaving woodsboro behind and starting a new life in New York.

[mazzystar24]

Seven by taylor swift is THE Buckley siblings song and yes I will elaborate

The first verse:

Please picture me, in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet, in the swing, over the creek, I was too scared to jump in,

But I, I was high in the sky, With Pennsylvania under me ,Are there still beautiful things?

LIKE THIS LINE IS LITERALLY THAT ONE SCENE OF BUCK IN THE TREE BEFORE HE FELL AND IT LITERALLY EVEN SAYS PENNSYLVANIA

AND THE CHORUS :

Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other, and though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you, your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn, passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long

LIKE CMON THEY GOT THE PINKY PROMISES AND THE CHORUS IS TALKING ABOUT PROMISES

The next verse really locks it in for me

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why, and I think you should come live with, me and we can be pirates, Then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet and just like a folk song our love lasts so long

Like I feel like while the rest of the song is so buck pov this verse is a little maddie because like the house being “haunted” and the whole Daniel thing

Then it like switches back to buck:

Please picture me, in the weeds, before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously, any time I wanted

Like I feel like bucks anger is so unexplored in the show and this line fits so well

Then the little change in the last chorus with the addition of:

Pack your dolls and a sweater, We'll move to India forever

LITERALLY THEM PLANNING TO RUN AWAY AND JUST GET IN THE JEEP AND GO ANYWHERE

[nicole-folklore]

dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you're already in one. dear reader, bend when you can, snap when you have to. dear reader, you don't have to answer just 'cause they asked you. dear reader, the greatest of your luxuries is your secrets. dear reader, when you aim to the devil, make sure you don't miss.

please, picture me in the trees. I hit my peak at seven feet, in the swing, over the creek. I was too scared to jump in but I, I was high in the sky with Pennsylvania under me. are there still beautiful things? sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other. and though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you. your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn. passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long. please, picture me in the weeds. before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted. sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart, won't tell no other, and though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you. pack your dolls and a sweater, we'll move to India forever. passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long.

and the tennis court was covered up with some tent like thing, and you asked me to dance, but I said: dancing is a dangerous game. oh I thought, this is gonna be one of those things. now I know, I'm never gonna love again.

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones - in a faith forgotten land.

I should have asked you questions, I should have asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me, should've kept every grocery store receipt, 'cause every scrap of you would be taken from me.

I feel so high school everytime I look at you. I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you. tell me about the first time you saw me, bittersweet sixteen suddendly.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

[mrperfectlydamaged]

taylor in seven - "we'll move to India forever" tour pe hi ajaao fir????? not like I can afford it but aajao?