The 🎃 "business" References And Brushing Off MH As Nothing Significant, Makes Me Think TS Had A Deal

you guys earlier this year i was in a waffle house and i played a 1975 song on the jukebox queue and i checked out as it was playing and the total was $19.89 and i really think i accidentally manifested all this that afternoon in waffle house i'm so sorry

W MAGAZINE coming strong with 1989 album era hints... 🙏

she saw the Twitter giving rep/lover songs to dianna and said "i'm gonna start claiming 1989 too"... 😏

Like by Karlie kloss 🙃

Something gonna happen soon 👀

Soooo, I’m sure a lot of us have heard You’re Losing Me by now, if not here is a link…

So, like a lot of us here on gaylor tumblr, I have been quite invested in deciding 🎃 anon’s messages. Well, after I heard You’re Losing Me, I had a weird feeling, so I went back to look at the massages. The tagline in the song in Stop, You’re losing me / Stop, You’re losing me / Stop, You’re losing me.

She repeats it three times.

Stop stop stop.

A call back to 🎃 anon’s first message?

Here it is if you want to read over it

I thought of the connection between Stop stop stop, but also the other words that are repeated three times throughout the 11 messages e.g blow, blow, blow (7th message) and human, human, human (10th message).

Klossy “What’s Your Dating Symbol?” 2017

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Vogue Best Best Friend Contest 2014

Thank you to that big-brained anon!!

The timeline for early Kaylor is clear but certain people don’t seem to understand it:

Nov 13, 2023: they become close. They have met and interacted before this and there was most likely a mutual crush. They may have been texting before this as well.

Somewhere around Nov 20: they “hang out”.

A few days later karlie says in an interview that they are soulmates. Karlie talks about Taylor in another interview a week or two later saying they hang out and they are just “normal,” indicating she’s had a bit of media training on how to talk about Taylor.

For most of December they may not have hung out at all, but maybe once or twice. They were very busy. The relationship remains undefined and this drives Taylor nuts. They probably both were seeing others during this time.

Jan 6: Taylor writes that dating is awful but she’s now once again considering moving to NYC.

Jan 9: Taylor is in NYC house hunting. The 10th is Andreas bday, and we have evidence Karlie was present for a celebration.

~Jan 21: Taylor writes IKP in the middle of the night, with some urgency. Likely inspired by discussions with Karlie about how they can make a relationship work. They decide to go for it.

End of Jan: offer on Taybeca. A bit of back and forth before…

Feb 4th: …offer accepted

Feb 13: Taylor posts about real love.

Around Feb 20, I forget the exact dates but they are out there, she records Style and Clean. They were probably mostly written a bit before this, but this is when she got into the studio to record them. Everyone thinks style has to be about an on-again, off-again relationship that lasted years because most think it’s about Harry and she needed to make it seem like it’s about Harry. But “a while since I even heard from you” could easily have meant a couple of weeks when she was clearly obsessed and playing mastermind and “we go around and around each time” could have been the handful of times they hooked up without committing (and around and around fits nicely with other kaylor imagery). And, it all fits perfectly with “cat or mouse for a month or two or three.” Yes it’s possible Style is not about her, but it fits just fine, and Taylor has clearly made about her since.

Finally they worked with newly hired Tree to figure out how to go public as besties, and we get the Big Sur photos March 5 and 6th.

so well delineated, anon 😌 it paints a picture

🎃 Imagine this. You wander through the woods. Deep in this Enchanted Forest, your delicate fairy wings are crippled and weak. You haven’t come this way in a long time. You’re not sure you’ll be able to find it. You trip over overgrown roots and foliage that looks suspiciously like clawing hands in the dying light. A howl sounds in the distance, pushing you closer to your destination. Watchful eyes in the birch bark feel more leering than protective. Your ripped and muddied gown is caked in dandelion fuzz. You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters. You squint to make sense of your surroundings through the fog, cherry red eyes glowing in the bushes. Just before you nearly give up, you see it ahead. The wooden door standing sovereign in the middle of the forest. Deeply cut claw marks mar its surface. Glittering flecks of what could be light filter through the crack beneath it. The best and worst part of it all - the lock lies broken, scorched, down on the ground. To put it plainly, your limits are now your own courage. Nothing more, and nothing less. All your life you have been afraid. Afraid of ghosts, shadows and raindrops on tin roofs. It is a fear that has paralyzed you. And yet, now, in the face of something actually worthy of your fear, you find peace and courage. You step forward. You place your hand on the doorknob, the metal cold against your fiery skin. Insecurity and hope pound in your ears in tune with your heart beat. Never in your wildest dreams did you actually believe you would arrive here. “Human, human, human.” The darkest parts of your mind chant. It burns like hot coals. But the longer you stand there, hand on the doorknob, the softer the voice becomes. Not softer in volume - if anything, the voice is louder now - but softer in tone. Who doesn’t love a good key change?  “Human, human, human.” It no longer sounds like the weakness it used to. It no longer sounds like a flaw. Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest. Isn’t that a magnificent thing! A knock sounds on the door from the other side. You smile at the signal as your feet squash the forest carpet of clovers and daisies. With the deepest exhale of your life so far, you slowly twist the handle. 🎃

Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too

From 5 holes in the fence I bring you the sequel 13 holes in the bench

I mean.. we could think of someone 🤔🤭

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