Antithetical0dream0girl - Gaylor Talk

March 17 in Glendale, AZ — Mirrorball/Tim McGraw

March 18 in Glendale, AZ — State of Grace/This Is Me Trying

March 24 in Las Vegas, NV — Our Song/ Snow on the Beach

March 25 in Las Vegas, NV— Cowboy Like Me w/ Marcus Mumford/White Horse

March 31 in Arlington, TX — Sad Beautiful Tragic/ Ours

April 1 in Arlington, TX — Death by a Thousand Cuts/Clean

April 2 in Arlington, TX — Jump Then Fall/The Lucky One

April 13 in Tampa, FL — Speak Now/Treacherous

April 14 in Tampa, FL — The Great War w/ Aaron on guitar/You’re On Your Own Kid

April 15 in Tampa, FL — Mad Woman w/ Aaron on piano/Mean

April 21 in Houston, TX — Wonderland / You’re Not Sorry

April 22 in Houston, TX — A Place In This World / Today Was A Fairytale

April 23 in Houston, TX — Begin Again / Cold As You

April 28 in Atlanta, GA — The Other Side of the Door / Coney Island

April 29 in Atlanta, GA — High Infidelity / Gorgeous

April 30 in Atlanta, GA — I Bet You Think About Me / How You Get The Girl

May 5 in Nashville, TN— Sparks Fly/Teardrops On My Guitar

@9w1ft alert alert 🚨 👁️ 🚨

Can we talk about the visuals for wildest dreams? How she looks so peaceful… and the implications of her burning it down several times throughout the show? Throughout the last few years… how the cover of midnights is her with a lighter

How she walks into the house, throws a match on gasoline and then walks out?

diesel is desire / you were playing with fire 🔥

See these posts for more fire/gasoline/matches references:

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forevermore;

Thinking about the implications of Taylor specifically choosing Love Story to mashup with Gasoline while Haim is singing ‘strike...

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forevermore;

Light the way 🕯🔥

Can I (the fandom as a whole) ask you (Taylor) a question (what the fuck is going on)?

🎃 Imagine this. You’re a selfish asshole. So much of your fear is your own. You wince at your cowardice like it is a gaping wound. You so often find yourself unable to meet your own eyes. You scramble into shadows like a black cat. Scared, even, of being scared. This is a moment where things shift. Your ship is docked too far out to sea. You’d swim to it, but the waters are infested with sharks. Your life raft is long deflated. Your team is cornered on the dock, surrounded by bad guys and bystanders. Each time they step forward, your crew is shuffled back, crashing waves and gnashing jaws behind you. You glare at the enemy protectively, blocking your beloved crew from view. The enemy twists a fluffy dandelion in their fingers, already a few florets taking off in the breeze. You whimper as you watch them go, and with a sneer of amusement the enemy offers you a deal. “If you jump into the water, we won’t lay a finger on anyone else. We won’t even take the rubies.” You step forward without hesitation, accepting the deal. The enemy just laughs. “Not YOU. Her.” Your lover steps out in front of you, ready to face the music. Ready to pay for your crimes. She was always the one who was ready. You were the one who was scared. The one who overstayed your welcome in this coastal town. The one who got everyone into this mess. And now the enemy who has chased you ‘round the seas finally has you cornered. And all they want is one final sacrifice. One final act of courage from the woman who has already displayed more than enough integrity. You kiss her goodbye. And step forward. “TAKE ME INSTEAD.” You assert. Not an offer. A demand. Lightning crackles in the sky, reflecting your emotions exactly. Your lover grabs your hand, yanking you back. Refusing to let you go. Not even to save herself. Not even to save the precious little gemstones nestled deep in her pocket. Just you. You tug against her grasp, mind made up. You are a selfish asshole, except for maybe just this once. To insure the safety of those you love, you would dive off the dock willingly. Ten times over and over. You would relish in the crunch of your bones between great white teeth. You have always craved destruction. Scrawled devil horns on photos of yourself. This is different. It has to be. The enemy accepts your deal, glee filling their eyes as if this is what they wanted all along. Perhaps it is. You are a coward, but you are not a fool. You make mistakes, but never the same one twice. You are not a hero. You never have been, and you never will be. You're a selfish asshole. But there are some people in this world worth breaking character for. And so in one swift motion, you replace the solid boards beneath your feet with rushing deep blue water. 🎃

This Anon was sent to @spade-riddles and it is either trying to mimic something Taylor would send or is an inside source. I am supremely annoyed either way, but I just wanna point a few things out because I can’t stop myself—which was probably the intention because we are all fucking FBI detectives with this shit

1) 🎃—JACK o lantern /pumpkin—Jack A? Halloween? October? 31 days??

2) HEEL—Matt Healy 🤮

3) sparks fly—Speak Now

4) to be ready—for it?

5) 🎃—why again? Beginning and ending ?

This could all be word salad bullshit and a distraction from the dumpster 🔥

sometimes i think people on the fence should ask themselves, what’s stopping you from seeing how possible kaylor is? if the answer is that it would mean taylor won’t come out in the way you’d hoped or that she’s not dating the way that you’d like or the person that you’d like, or it conflicts with your internet friendships or Take consistency well i dunno about everybody else but i think that’s more of a you problem than a kaylor problem

🎃 Imagine this. You are on the balcony of an ice castle. Pushing and pushing against the railing, slowly trudging toward a horizon that never seems to get any closer. Smashing against the frozen structure that is so solid it feels like glass, so solid it feels like it will never break. The time draws near, springtime sunshine causing small drips and fractures. You strike a match and blow the smoke toward the structure that shelters and protects you. Suddenly, you hear a crack, a crunch, a whoosh. There is a sudden give beneath you, and you tumble through the broken, melting hole in your palace. You have FINALLY smashed through the ice castle! It was so slow, and then suddenly so all of a sudden! You'd thought it would take much longer to arrive in this moment! However, in this suddenness you find yourself still somehow underprepared, kicking yourself for the time you squandered by wallowing in the seeming endlessness of your predicament. All this time spent inching toward a finish line. No time at all spent readying for an end. Shit. In midair, you scramble for a parachute. You will reach the ground either way, whether you float like a feather or freefall like a meteor. But after all this time, you decide you'd like to land softly, rather than crash in a tangle of broken limbs and fiery shock. Dear reader, I'm sure this tale has raised a question...? Why would someone you believe to have wings need a parachute? 🎃

Here is 🎃 earlier message today.

Klossy “What’s Your Dating Symbol?” 2017

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Vogue Best Best Friend Contest 2014

“And now I send their babies presents” 😭

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