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The fans are the reason we’re floating tonight, and we’ll never forget it.
2010 Official Website Bio
Hi, I’m Taylor. I’ve been alive for 20 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I’m very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the “cute” or “cozy” categories. I learned to play guitar when I was twelve from this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents’ computer. I like quilts. But that’s probably because I’m always freezing cold. I LOVE Nashville. That’s where I live, when I’m lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it’s a Toyota) and scream “I LOVE THIS TOWN” loudly out the windows. That wouldn’t be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I’m a Sagittarius. I think that means I’m always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I’ve been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.
These days, I’ve been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: “Things I can change,” and “Things I can’t.” It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be so enthralled with it. Lately I’ve come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to love. No one does! There’s no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can’t plan for it. I can’t predict how it’ll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful. And even though there’s no way to feel like I’m an expert at it, it’s worth writing songs about – more than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with – mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad’s stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I’ve loved my fans from the very first day, but they’ve said things and done things recently that make me feel like they’re my friends – more now than ever before. I’ll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.
For the last two years, I’ve been writing and recording an album called Speak Now. I only have the option of writing about things that happen in my life, so thankfully a LOT has happened in my life in the last two years. I know I don’t always say the right thing at the right time or speak up when I should, but I write it all down. I get my guitar and a pen and all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I’m beyond excited for you to hear these stories and confessions.
I think it’s important that you know that I will never change. But I’ll never stay the same either. Must be a Sagittarius thing.
I’m pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could’ve done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way– listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that’s real love.
–Taylor
Seven shows up!
im going to bed for a week
“?????? you fuckign talk to me?????????????????? duh???”
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The homemade pizza I made with my dad (swiftie too) for the City Of Lover concert release 🍕💗😋👩🍳👨🍳 @taylorswift @taylornation
We were supposed to be at Lover Fest East 1 tonight..... 😭😭😭😭
I guess I'll go drown my sorrows in "this is me trying" on repeat.....
I’m seeing some posts upset that Taylor isn’t doing more, posting more, saying more. It’s okay to feel those things. It’s normal to expect the people we confide in and turn to for safe harbor to be all things, to know all things, and to react in the exact manner we expect. In this moment especially, we turn to people we trust.
We trust Taylor.
She has shown us her heart, time and time again, against all odds, throwing career risks to the wind.
She has shown us she takes time to process. When she does something, it’s meticulously planned with the goal of packing the biggest punch. She goes over her plans, seeing every angle, ensuring she’s doing right by those she supports. Sometimes, that timeline is also held up by forces beyond her control - family, management, etc.
She has shown us she learns. We’ve seen her consume media, statistics, new languages, cultures, and our names at an alarming rate. And she retains it all.
She has shown us she’s intentional. When she does something, she does it purely for the good of the cause, not for praise. Her anonymous good deeds over the years may never be fully known.
Please remember, we trust Taylor. Give her the space to process. Give her the space to learn. Give her the space to be intentional.
I really don’t see this as an era. This is a moment in time. Folklore is so far removed from everything she’s ever done in the best way. I don’t see there being singles, I don’t see her touring it. It was her writing because she loves to write. It’s her telling stories because she’s a storyteller, and she wanted to do it in a new, imaginative way. She shared these stories with us not for sales or charting or awards, but because, as she said, when you write, you can change your words into your legacy, and that’s really what folklore is. Stories passed down from generation to generation to form a legacy.
This is it, this is the post 💜
One of my friends, Jonathan Feinberg (who also was the drummer for Lisa Loeb and the Nine Stories back in the day) put together this cover of @taylorswift 's Cornelia Street, re-imagined in a retro 80s pop style. Enjoy!
Listen to Cornelia Street - Taylor Swift by Jonathan Feinberg on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-feinberg-787437348/cornelia-street
Cause we were both young When I first saw you
The psychiatrist who wrote the criteria for narcissism just made an extremely important point about what’s wrong with diagnosing Trump with mental disorders
Dr. Allen Frances says in speculating about Trump’s mental health, we are doing a disservice to those who do suffer from mental illness. In a series of tweets, he explained why he doesn’t think Trump is a narcissist — and how harmful it can be for us to keep assuming that he is.
This is interesting because when I was doing my psych rotation we talked about this very topic and it’s more controversial than these tweets make it seem.
The idea that it’s only a mental illness if it causes the person distress is one that is very prominent in psychiatry but in practical application, that’s not often the case for people with personality disorders. For example, people with schizoid personality disorder often do not feel any distress for their symptoms, as a result they very rarely seek out help and it’s well known that this disorder is probably way more pervasive than we realize because so many people with this disorder see it as a way of life, aren’t bothered by it, and can live very satisfying lives.
Schizoid personality disorder is the perfect example to show that the requirement for someone to feel distress in order to have a mental illness does not actually need to be a requirement. Trump meets every single DSM guideline for NPD and he feels no distress about his actions because that would require him to have some sense of self reflection, remorse, guilt, or introspection towards the consequences of his actions which he clearly lacks. Rather than argue that he doesn’t have NPD, I’d argue he has NPD with antisocial personality disorder tendencies heavily mixed in.
“Imagine if you didn’t have any expectations. If you just simply tried your best, put in a full effort, and ended up at your own personal best. Imagine. You wouldn’t criticize yourself for not doing well enough. You wouldn’t have anything to compare your results to. You wouldn’t feel down about others doing better than you. You would simply be proud of yourself, for you yourself know that you have your all. You would respect yourself, for it is your results and yours only that would matter. Imagine.”
— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
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“They say I did something bad, then why’s it feel so good?” 🖤✨ I painted this today…I hope you like this @taylorswift 💓
the fact that she has said in the past that she doesn’t know if she can ever play this song live but decided to do it for this concert in fight to the pandemic is tearing my heart apart