tswifty
Try things. Say hi already. Laugh a lot. Mess up. Apologize. Mess up again. Hug people. Take chances. Trust yourself. Lose things. Get over it. Hold your friends close. Gather your strength. Gain wisdom and beautiful stories. Be brave, and you’ll have the time of your life.
Taylor Swift (via mycrazylife24-7)

I’m not stronger than anybody else. I feel everything that happens to me, whether it’s a mean comment from a friend or a stranger. At no point in this process did I grow a thick skin.

I’m not stronger than anybody else. I feel everything that happens to me, whether it’s a mean comment from a friend or a stranger. At no point in this process did I grow a thick skin.

sailing - Taylor, Be Swift

staffer-of-the-week:

Sailing- Taylor, Be Swift

This is cool.

jencita:

not the best pic but Austin in LA with Taylor at the tattoo parlor, he opens the door for her

jencita:

not the best pic but Austin in LA with Taylor at the tattoo parlor, he opens the door for her


abigail_lauren: Words cannot describe how grateful I am for your friendship (and the absolutely breathtaking package of presents I just received). You truly are the most wonderful human being. From the bottom of my heart…thank you @taylorswift I love you.

abigail_lauren: Words cannot describe how grateful I am for your friendship (and the absolutely breathtaking package of presents I just received). You truly are the most wonderful human being. From the bottom of my heart…thank you @taylorswift I love you.

You’re probably going to meet someone
who reminds you of me.

Someone with the same obnoxious laugh,
who enjoys long walks and looking at the sky too much,
and the one who picks at her cuticles when she gets nervous.
And when you meet her,
your eyes are going to lock but little do you know
she’s been staring at the back of her head for so long,
hoping that a pretty blue eyed boy like you would give her
the time of the day.
You’re going to give her that smile of yours,
the one that flashes all your teeth
and makes her wish she was sitting down instead of standing
in front of you because her knees are weak,
and she doesn’t want to trip before you even say a word.
You’re going to ask her for her name
and ask if you can take her out for a ride on your Chevy truck
to a creek where your father used to take you when you were young.
And she’s going to say yes because who can resist you?
I couldn’t.
Maybe her hair will be longer and probably curlier,
or maybe she’ll be able to rock that pixie cut
I always wish I could have done but I couldn’t
because my head was too big and my face was too round.

On that date you’re going to have so much to talk about
because you were always good with small talk and deep conversations.
You will both be so drawn to each other
that you’ll forget the sun was setting
until the sky turns dark.
Then it will only be you and her, and the stars,
just the way you want it.
And she’ll look into your eyes and hope that you’ll lean in
and you’re worried that she might think you’re going a little too fast;
that was always your problem,
you never believed that someone would want you
as much as you wanted them,
but I did and so will she.

So kiss her.
I am telling you to kiss her.
Date her.
Hold her.
Love her.
I want you to love her,
but only if she loves you back.
And maybe she’ll wear glasses like I do
and have a beauty mark above her lips.
Maybe she will wear sundresses and cowboy boots often
and all she’ll own in her closet are tons of dresses.
And maybe she’ll try them all on for you.
You’re going to fall in love with her the way
you once fell in love with me and that is okay,
do not worry.

It’s going to be okay
because I have loved you once and you have loved me,
and it was quite beautiful.
And I think someone else out there deserves the love that you have;
and if we ever find each other again one day,
then I hope you love me,
again.
Ming D. Liu"One Day, We Will Make A Second First Impression" (via mingdliu)
You’re probably going to meet someone
who reminds you of me.

Someone with the same obnoxious laugh,
who enjoys long walks and looking at the sky too much,
and the one who picks at her cuticles when she gets nervous.
And when you meet her,
your eyes are going to lock but little do you know
she’s been staring at the back of her head for so long,
hoping that a pretty blue eyed boy like you would give her
the time of the day.
You’re going to give her that smile of yours,
the one that flashes all your teeth
and makes her wish she was sitting down instead of standing
in front of you because her knees are weak,
and she doesn’t want to trip before you even say a word.
You’re going to ask her for her name
and ask if you can take her out for a ride on your Chevy truck
to a creek where your father used to take you when you were young.
And she’s going to say yes because who can resist you?
I couldn’t.
Maybe her hair will be longer and probably curlier,
or maybe she’ll be able to rock that pixie cut
I always wish I could have done but I couldn’t
because my head was too big and my face was too round.

On that date you’re going to have so much to talk about
because you were always good with small talk and deep conversations.
You will both be so drawn to each other
that you’ll forget the sun was setting
until the sky turns dark.
Then it will only be you and her, and the stars,
just the way you want it.
And she’ll look into your eyes and hope that you’ll lean in
and you’re worried that she might think you’re going a little too fast;
that was always your problem,
you never believed that someone would want you
as much as you wanted them,
but I did and so will she.

So kiss her.
I am telling you to kiss her.
Date her.
Hold her.
Love her.
I want you to love her,
but only if she loves you back.
And maybe she’ll wear glasses like I do
and have a beauty mark above her lips.
Maybe she will wear sundresses and cowboy boots often
and all she’ll own in her closet are tons of dresses.
And maybe she’ll try them all on for you.
You’re going to fall in love with her the way
you once fell in love with me and that is okay,
do not worry.

It’s going to be okay
because I have loved you once and you have loved me,
and it was quite beautiful.
And I think someone else out there deserves the love that you have;
and if we ever find each other again one day,
then I hope you love me,
again.
Ming D. Liu"One Day, We Will Make A Second First Impression" (via mingdliu)

deadsensescompany:

"Mirror, Mirror"

When she looks in the mirror, what is it that she sees?
A reflection of exotic and exquisite beauty?
Do not be hard on yourself dear, images can deceive.
You are more beautiful than a picture can perceive.

Photographs don’t do justice to those who judge.
So quick to be…

Denial

He can’t just do that to me.
Maybe he’s still confused.
Maybe he’s just too sad to decide.
Maybe he’s just too busy to be with me.
He can’t just leave me like that
as if he didn’t promise he would stay,
as if he didn’t treat me as his everything,
as if we didn’t plan the future together.
He hasn’t left yet.
He would come back, I am sure of that.

Anger

I hate you so much.
I hate you for breaking my heart
when you swore you wouldn’t.
I hate you for leaving
and coming back and leaving again
as if I am some kind of movie
you can pause and play any time.
I hate you for blaming me
when it is all your fault.
You messed it all up.
You ruined me and everything that
we could ever be.

Bargaining

Maybe if we could turn back time,
we could love each other right.
Maybe we could take one day
and spend it together again
so that our hearts would know
that we still belong together.
Maybe if we could just give each other
another chance, another night,
another time to make up for our mistakes,
we could be together again as if
nothing ever happened.
Maybe we could still save
everything that we have.

Depression

Every night, I still long for you.
I still miss you as if you never hurt me
in such a way that I felt like dying.
I still wait for you to come back,
to knock on my door telling me
you have come home.
I still write your name on my walls,
on my curtains, on my journals,
even on my skin. I imprint your name
on my being so that people would know
I am still yours. I will always be yours.
The pain of being away from you
is killing me again and again.
Please, come back to me.
Please, come home to me.

Acceptance

I think it is time for me to sleep
every single night instead of scribbling
apologies and begging you to take me back.
I think it is time for me to think
of myself and my life instead of dwelling
on everything that we were or we could be.
I think it is time for me to forget
all the pain I have gone through and all
the memories I had with you.
I think it is time for me to forgive
myself for hurting you and you
for not loving me enough to leave me.
I think it is time for me to accept
that we are just not meant to be
no matter how hard we tried,
we can’t just be together.

Repeat.

This is me, trying to get over you. (N.A.)