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[your-folklore]

caí en cuenta de que si hay una persona que realmente me puede lastimar eres tú, siendo que al verme más vulnerable que nadie sabes de sobra mis puntos débiles. podrías hacer como thanos, simplemente chasquear los dedos y destruir lo poco que queda de mi, pero se que harás todo lo contrario y solo por eso no termino de bajar los brazos

[your-folklore]

　∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+.   しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)               .· ´¸.·*´¨) ¸.·*¨   (¸.·´ (¸.·’* ⛧

may the stars carry your sadness away. may the flowers fill your heart with beauty. may hope forever wipe away your tears and above all may silence make you strong.

grow your own garden. don’t look at others. you don’t need to plant the same flowers to have a beautiful one.

fill your heart with love and flowers.

you are a thousand flowers, you are a meadow full of them.

may flowers grow on the ground you walk on.

your presence could make flowers glow.

everywhere you go, flowers bloom. you’re a living garden. don’t forget that.

everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

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Stars drawn around scars. A cardigan that still bears the scent of loss twenty years later. Battleships sinking into the ocean, down, down, down. The tree swing in the woods of my childhood. Hushed tones of “let’s run away” and never doing it. The sun drenched month of August, sipped away like a bottle of wine. A mirrored disco ball hovering above a dance floor. A whiskey bottle beckoning. Hands held through plastic. A single thread that, for better or for worse, ties you to your fate

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Clover blooms in the fields. Spring breaks loose, the time is near.

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Evermore Moodboard -> I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn't be for Evermore

Folklore version

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— Cardigan, Folklore (Taylor Swift)

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are there still beautiful things? // seven by taylor swift

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“A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables.”

[your-folklore]

— Betty, Folklore

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— The Lakes , Taylor Swift (Folklore)

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take me to the lakes

where all the poets went to die

i don't belong and my beloved neither do you

those windermere peaks

look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

t.s. - the lakes.

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But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

'Cause it was never mine

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folklore // july 24

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— Invisible String ( Taylor Swift, Folklore )

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Today in the garden.

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