There is no ending in sight for this author who recently became aware of a scheme to unmask her. My one worthy opponent indeed. Perhaps I will come forward one day. Though you must know dear reader, that decision shall be left entirely up to me. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown.
i’ve heard a great deal about you, fa mulan. you stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the chinese army, destroyed my palace, AND… you have saved us all.
Folklore (2020). Taylor Swift Stars drawn around scars. A cardigan that still bears the scent of loss 20 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 fate.
