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What your favorite folklore song says about you, an impulsive mini-thread
the 1.
You've got a bad and beautiful habit of revisiting your scars for stories. I bet you keep something from every ex, tucked safely away. A coffee sleeve, a favorite shirt, a photo strip. You don't daydream; you time travel.
You've got a bad and beautiful habit of revisiting your scars for stories. I bet you keep something from every ex, tucked safely away. A coffee sleeve, a favorite shirt, a photo strip. You don't daydream; you time travel.
cardigan.
A playlist isn't complete, for you, without its sad songs. Maybe you're the kind of person who doesn't pick up pace in the rain, partially because you like the aesthetic of it all. You've been beyond your years since you can remember.
A playlist isn't complete, for you, without its sad songs. Maybe you're the kind of person who doesn't pick up pace in the rain, partially because you like the aesthetic of it all. You've been beyond your years since you can remember.
the last great american dynasty.
You've had your scandals, it's true, and you've repurposed them into stories. Somewhere along the line, you ditched all the fuss of impressing other people and learned to laugh at the indignation. Your humor is twisted –– in a good way.
You've had your scandals, it's true, and you've repurposed them into stories. Somewhere along the line, you ditched all the fuss of impressing other people and learned to laugh at the indignation. Your humor is twisted –– in a good way.
exile.
You're the friend who nurtures both parties in a bad breakup, and it's because you know there's skin lost on both sides. You hate the moments when you know two people could connect if they could only just hear each other. You've made hard decisions before.
You're the friend who nurtures both parties in a bad breakup, and it's because you know there's skin lost on both sides. You hate the moments when you know two people could connect if they could only just hear each other. You've made hard decisions before.
my tears ricochet.
You, my friend, have survived the feeling of walking into a room and knowing you were the subject of conversation just before you arrived. You've got hard edges, but it's only because you're trying to protect your gentleness. You've got your list of villains.
You, my friend, have survived the feeling of walking into a room and knowing you were the subject of conversation just before you arrived. You've got hard edges, but it's only because you're trying to protect your gentleness. You've got your list of villains.
mirrorball.
At times, you wonder why it is you spend up all your energy making sure everyone else feels beautiful and seen. Your efforts feel unnoticed, and you want so badly for someone to spot you. You're a romantic, though, and it pulls you back every time.
At times, you wonder why it is you spend up all your energy making sure everyone else feels beautiful and seen. Your efforts feel unnoticed, and you want so badly for someone to spot you. You're a romantic, though, and it pulls you back every time.
seven.
Your inner child is alive and well, though time and experience have of course made you wiser to the hard world. Sometimes you want to ditch all these modern conventions – they're tying you down! – and escape with people who see you and bring you life.
Your inner child is alive and well, though time and experience have of course made you wiser to the hard world. Sometimes you want to ditch all these modern conventions – they're tying you down! – and escape with people who see you and bring you life.
august.
Whether you like it or not, you're absolutely the kind of person who can see the end of something before you start pursuing it and who still runs off to pursue it anyway. You're whimsical, as such, in your grieving. You like white wines and fruity candy.
Whether you like it or not, you're absolutely the kind of person who can see the end of something before you start pursuing it and who still runs off to pursue it anyway. You're whimsical, as such, in your grieving. You like white wines and fruity candy.
this is me trying.
Nothing bothers you more than when people dismiss real-world struggles – addiction, depression, anxiety – as mere failures of character. You're the kind of friend who shows up the first morning after somebody fucks up. You know there is falling and rising.
Nothing bothers you more than when people dismiss real-world struggles – addiction, depression, anxiety – as mere failures of character. You're the kind of friend who shows up the first morning after somebody fucks up. You know there is falling and rising.
illicit affairs.
Perhaps it is true that you are drawn to people you know you cannot truly have. Perhaps you know what it is to love in secret. Regardless, you understand what it is to face ruin because of how deeply you love something –– or someone.
Perhaps it is true that you are drawn to people you know you cannot truly have. Perhaps you know what it is to love in secret. Regardless, you understand what it is to face ruin because of how deeply you love something –– or someone.
invisible string.
You're a big believer in pretty ideas, and you incorporate them from every source: religion, music, poetry, the words of your friends. You know that the key to enjoying a magic show is to believe in the magic. You suspect the story will make sense in the end.
You're a big believer in pretty ideas, and you incorporate them from every source: religion, music, poetry, the words of your friends. You know that the key to enjoying a magic show is to believe in the magic. You suspect the story will make sense in the end.
mad woman.
You've buried your rage before, perhaps because you weren't allowed to have it. You understand that a fire can burn long after it's hidden itself beneath the surface. You probably have words for someone out there that could shatter the facade around them.
You've buried your rage before, perhaps because you weren't allowed to have it. You understand that a fire can burn long after it's hidden itself beneath the surface. You probably have words for someone out there that could shatter the facade around them.
epiphany.
Your favorite part of the holiday season is the increase in instrumental, choral music. There is such grief and hope in the blend of it, and you instinctively know there is great grief and hope blended in everything. When you cry, you do so out of both hope and grief.
Your favorite part of the holiday season is the increase in instrumental, choral music. There is such grief and hope in the blend of it, and you instinctively know there is great grief and hope blended in everything. When you cry, you do so out of both hope and grief.
betty.
Whether or not you're in your teenage years, you've always kept a soft spot for teen movies. You love the dramatic displays of affection, the clumsiness of trying on affections for the first time, the hope we can mine from these stories still, still, still.
Whether or not you're in your teenage years, you've always kept a soft spot for teen movies. You love the dramatic displays of affection, the clumsiness of trying on affections for the first time, the hope we can mine from these stories still, still, still.
peace.
Your view of love has changed dramatically over the past few years. Likely, you've realized that some of the mess behind you was your own making. You still yearn for romance, but you think of it in less glamorous terms than before. You're ready for something deeply real.
Your view of love has changed dramatically over the past few years. Likely, you've realized that some of the mess behind you was your own making. You still yearn for romance, but you think of it in less glamorous terms than before. You're ready for something deeply real.
hoax.
When you start thinking about your feelings, your mind wanders in a thousand directions. You picture different faces, different eras of your life, and notice how they bleed together into similar themes and feelings. Time disappears and there is only meaning.
When you start thinking about your feelings, your mind wanders in a thousand directions. You picture different faces, different eras of your life, and notice how they bleed together into similar themes and feelings. Time disappears and there is only meaning.
the lakes.
There's something so sincerely broken in the sanitized modernness of our world, you've noticed. The dating apps you've had on your phone disappoint and de-energize you more than inspire you. You want something timeless, a love that would make sense in any era.
There's something so sincerely broken in the sanitized modernness of our world, you've noticed. The dating apps you've had on your phone disappoint and de-energize you more than inspire you. You want something timeless, a love that would make sense in any era.
