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I NEED TO BE ALONE FOR CERTAIN PERIODS OF TIME OR I VIOLATE MY OWN RHYTHM.

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To this day, your name still hurts my tongue but I still say it anyway. Sometimes I like to hear my soul gently tear itself apart.

[missinyouiskillingme]

“I will never forget the way you looked at me.”

— I swear, I never will // R.R.

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It was April when I met you, and April became my favorite month. April turned into May, and May was full of maybes. Maybe we could work, maybe you were playing me, maybe I loved you. June is here and you tell me you’re leaving. May’s maybes turned to no’s, and I flooded June with the tears of my sorrow.

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[taylorswift]

For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums. 

Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years. 

Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it.

This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it. 

When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever. 

Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make.

I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23. 

Sad and grossed out,

💔

Taylor

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Every heartbreak leads me back to you.

Every heartbreak makes me remember how good it was with you, how easy it was, how painless it was.

Every heartbreak reminds me of the day you jokingly told me that no one would appreciate me or understand me like you do. When you told me that you’re the only one who can unlock the chains of my complexities. When you told me time will prove that to me and I didn’t believe you, but I do now.

Every heartbreak is another reminder that you’re the one that got away.

I thought there will be more people to fall in love with, more places to go, a new place to call home but little did I know that you were the only home I ever truly had. You were the one person who calmed my heart and made me feel secure, something I’ve been struggling to find ever since.

Every heartbreak is another sleepless night thinking about you and how things used to be.

Every heartbreak is another day going through our pictures, our messages and scrolling through your profile longing for your touch. Longing for you.

Every heartbreak makes me wonder about your heart too and if it still has a special place for me. If it still misses me. If, by chance, we’re both thinking the same thing but we’re too proud to admit it. Too proud to do anything about it.

Every heartbreak makes me question whether you are the one that got away or is there still a second chance.

I know you thought I gave up on you, I know you expected me to fight harder for us but I hope that time has healed all those wounds. I hope that time made you realize that we were both young and foolish and didn’t even know what love was. I hope that time reminded you that I had to embrace my journey and live it because I had no other choice before I can truly and freely love again.

Every heartbreak somehow leads me back to you and it makes me wonder if one of those days, we’ll put our pride aside, pick up the phone and start over. It makes me wonder if we will be another cliche of two people who had to lose each other to find each other again.

And I promise you that this time, I will fight for you. I will fight for us.

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Happiest Birthday to @now-this-is-living the Amazing talented Human being in the planet!! Wishing you good health & all the good things in life, you really deserve to be happy & everything. Continue being a inspiration to everyone esp in your cause. i love you shan!! ❤️ Enjoy 27! lookin’ forward for more of ur talents & discovery in life.

[lsleofskye]

Jellyfish Rise

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[ponderation]

Ice and Flame by Alexander Ermolitsky        Photographer’s Website 

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You can benefit from your fight with anxiety. Once you get rid of it you will be able to possess tools and knowledge, to grow and boost your full potential. So, relax and enjoy reading!

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It’s normal to feel anxious. We are human beings, not machines. When we leave our comfort zone, we naturally experience fear, and from this point we start to grow, this is human nature.

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The aftertaste of love Is still very much on my Mind, and my tongue is tied Ever so, in love with the chase.

- Time has changed nothing, other than my age, And your smile, it is just the same as the day I first started to fall right into your game.

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... close my eyes, yet they remain obstinately open behind their lids, peering out upon the world in ways impenetrable to consciousness...  strange! For this is not the world I knew...

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Take care of yourself

Maybe you don’t end up with the person your heart chooses. Maybe that’s not how life works. Maybe you don’t get what you want. Maybe you end up finding what you need, and maybe the Universe knows what you need more than you do.

Maybe love changes. Maybe it goes from “I’ll wait up and call you after work,” to “I’m going to sleep, I’m tired.” Maybe it goes from “You have nothing to worry about,” to “I really wish you didn’t overthink so much.” Maybe it goes from “I choose you,” to “I have to choose myself right now.” Maybe love isn’t one of those things that grows with certain people. Maybe you become too big for it. Maybe it becomes too uncomfortable, too small for who you change into. Maybe it’s like that sweater you always loved growing up, or your childhood bed. You learn to appreciate it for what it was, but you come to terms with the fact that you have outgrown it. You learn to let it go.

And maybe letting go of love isn’t some loud celebration at the end of a dark tunnel. Maybe letting go is the moment you decide that you can no longer keep the past alive inside of you. Maybe it is quiet, maybe there is no checklist, or way of telling if it has actually happened. Maybe it is simply just you learning how to release your grip, how to let things be, how to lay down your arms. Maybe that is how it's done — in the silence of it all, in the calmness of everyday life.

I am starting to learn that maybe walking away is the best thing you can do for yourself, and for the person you love. Maybe walking away is you making peace with the fact that sometimes things and people and happiness changes. Maybe it is the bravest thing you can do. Maybe, when you walk away, you’re not making the biggest mistake of your life. Maybe, when you walk away, your life is just beginning.

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I don’t blame you for leaving. I blame you for promising me you wouldn’t.