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Song Analysis RWYLM 1

I will work through this song piece by piece because MY LORD I have so much to unpack here. I got this information from some TikToks and my own research into the song.

Lyrics working through today:

Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried

So, as many people know, Karlie Kloss and Taylor Swift's "friendship" occurred from the infamous cookie tweets, which were posted around January 2012, and continued until their last time seen together in public, at Taylor's Reputation tour in 2018 (excluding some of the kinda awkward birthday posts the next couple of years from Karlie). There was also the double wedding debacle, where Taylor attended neither wedding. Anyway, that's enough background.

The very first line of RWYLM is "Friends break up, friends get married." This first line helps point us right in Karlie's direction, seeing as the girls fronted as just best friends, and after the pretty clear breakup, Karlie got married to her now husband Joshua Kushner. Joshua's family is heavily Republican, although Joshua and Karlie have been seen at Women's rights marches, as well as Karlie speaking out against her in-law's beliefs.

The following line is, "Strangers get born, strangers get buried." I have seen people say this is about Karlie's first son, but as Karlie would have been around a month pregnant when folklore was released, I assume she did not know about Karlie's pregnancy with Levi. It could be possible, however, that she knew of Karlie's dream to have children and was drawing from that. As the song states, Taylor is completely stuck in the past with no knowledge about anything that has occurred since. This means that their mind is stuck in the past (sometime in 2012, "Still 23 stuck inside her fantasy"), and Karlie would likely have a family by 2020. I don't know how to correlate the strangers getting buried lyric, but it is possible that this Taylor, who is stuck in her past, imagines the numerous people she could have met who have passed away since she got trapped in time.

If you really read all of that, please let me know if I should keep diving into this song and others!

-V

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Do you ever think about the fact that tara's last moment of peace was when she actually passed out on her kitchen floor after she was stabbed seven times?

Getting stabbed hurts.

But not even that much when you feel all your energy drain from you and your life slowly leaving your body.

It feels peaceful.

Her brain is completely off when normally Tara has to worry about her mother, amber...

sam.

But now all she has to do is close her eyes and hope that when she wakes up, she's in a better place.

Hopefully dead.

But no, life wasn't that kind to her.

She wakes up, and she feels worse than she ever felt. Every single inch of her body aches.

Then, too much happens.

Sam comes back tara gets attacked again billy loomis is sam's father amber is ghostface tara shot her in the head liv is dead they move to new york it happens again ethan bailey quinn dead anika de- TOO MUCH.

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Safe in the silence, we don’t have to leave (just hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you)

Sam does not know what to do. She has no idea how to fix this.

She’s starting to think that maybe she’s not qualified for this. She knew how to deal with hungry Tara, upset Tara, out-of-breath Tara, shy Tara, chatty Tara, almost every version of Tara

But right now, she’s experiencing a Tara that’s panicking and sobbing so hard that she’s probably unaware of her surroundings. Pretty much inconsolable.

Sam’s best guess is that a nightmare occurred since she’s 100% sure that Tara went to bed.

So, here she is, trying her best to fix this.

“Tara sweetie,” Sam quietly says, “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Tara is underneath the dining table, huddled in a fetal position, unresponsive to Sam’s words. Just crying very loudly, only slightly muffled by the way her face is hidden in her knees.

She’s been there for the last 20 minutes and Sam is getting a little bit scared.

She considers reaching out for Tara and just pulling her into her embrace to hide and protect her from the world, keep her cocooned in the empty curves of her heart that only fit her little Tara.

But she knows better, Tara just started getting used to holding onto Sam’s arms whenever they’re out and about and she gave Sam a total of 3 hugs. She’s doesn’t want to push it when Tara is this vulnerable.

She’s not used to being patient but she sits there, a few feet away, waiting for Tara to give any sort of sign.

Sam starts humming a sweet tune, praying that it might have some effect on Tara; she knows Tara likes it when she sings. She’s known for a while now that Tara hides herself close by her whenever she’s singing, she’s been singing to herself a little more loudly for her one special, hidden audience member.

Time passes by, either Tara feels better or she’s just worn out. The loud sobbing is reduced to hiccups and tears, while Sam’s soft humming is the loudest sound in the house accompanied by Tara’s shaky breathing.

When Tara turns her head to face Sam. She’s met with her big sister’s sweet smile, her big sister’s face that she knows will never hurt her, her big sister’s voice that can bring her back to earth.

Swollen, dry eyes could not deny her from seeing the possibility of hope that exists in the shape of her Sammy.

She decided right then and there to be brave. She gathers all her courage and crawls out from under the table right into Sam’s arms.

Sam’s arms that welcomed her so warmly, so safely.

She puts her head in the crook of Sam neck where she knows the world won’t find her. Sam’s hand reach out to Tara’s head, patting her and the other arm secures her into position as she stands on her feet to rock them both side to side.

“Hey, hey, sweet girl,” Sam softly coos, “are you okay? Do you need an inhaler?”

Tara shakes her head, she just wants to be where she is right now.

Sam realizes that this is a huge moment. For both of them.

They have never ever been this close and Sam recognizes for the first time that she might’ve needed this as well.

Maybe they missed this their whole lives. Anyone could tell you that they did, seeing how tightly they’re both holding onto each other.

Sam sways them for a few minutes, continues humming and waits for Tara, this time less nervous.

A few minutes go by and Tara finally speaks,

“Mommy came back again,” there’s a tremor in her voice, “she had a knife to hurt us, even sam.”

Sam’s movements stop for a second, she wants to say something quickly to reassure Tara but she beats her to it,

“It was so scary. I couldn’t protect us.” Tara whimpers, Sam can feel the tears coming back.

“Shhh, baby, no,” Sam retorts, “I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you, okay?”

Tara hesitates but nods weakly into Sam’s shoulder.

Not enough, Sam thinks.

“Do you even know how strong I am?” Sam tries to brighten the mood, “everyone’s scared to fight me and even, little sam is a tough cat.”

That gets a little laugh from Tara and Sam kisses her on the head.

“And you, my sweet girl, are strongest and smartest and bravest girl I’ve ever seen, but you don’t even have to be strong because you’re so safe here with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Tara says as she’s playing with the string of Sam’s hoodie.

“Can I please see your face?” Sam asks.

Tara moved her head to meet Sam’s eyes. They’re red and swollen and her cheeks are blotchy from all the crying but there’s new look of determination in her face. A look inherited from Sam.

“As long as the three of us are together, no one will ever hurt us or even think about it, okay?” Sam reassures, “not in here or in your dreams.”

“I’ll just tell them that my big sister will come and get them.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” Sam laughs and kisses Tara’s cheeks (she seems to welcome them.) and brings her back into the hug.

If only the Carpenter sisters, at that moment, realized this gravity of this exchange.

If only the Carpenter sisters understood that this moment would define their lives forever.

Did they accidentally seal their fates? Or were they always walking towards this path?

Wednesday doesn't hate touch

But as bianca's hand brushes against her shoulder in what Wednesday knows is supposed to be consoling, that thought is slowly becoming a lie.

Wednesday can tolerate touch. Tolerate the way it always leaves goosebumps that has her muscles tensing and she can tolerate the fact that this is simply the way the nightshades show affection.

They try, they really do try but they get caught up in the moment and sometimes yoko slings an arm over her shoulder that has Wednesday sharply inhaling through her nose before she exhales and tries to relax her shoulders.

The weight should've been comforting.

It isn't.

Ajax can come up with news all he wants, a pep in his step and a wide eyed look in his face but it takes all of her will power to not step away from such enthusiasm when he bounds in with information.

These are her companions, they've stuck through her time and time again, it's only right for her to do the same.

But sometimes, when her eyes feel heavy during training and it's too dark to distinguish the one carrying her back to the dorm, Wednesday let's herself believe for once.

She doesn't smell vanilla, not anymore but she still remembers the way those hands grasp at her back and the way Enid presses her face onto her shoulder. It's a hearty weight that presses onto her skin and it leaves her with a lovely feeling that ends way too soon.

To this day, she still wishes it left a mark.

So yes, Wednesday doesn't hate touch.

Wednesday could never hate Enid after all.