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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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you deserve to feel joy
Selena Gomez for InStyle (September 2017)
Selena Gomez at the premiere of Living Undocumented in Los Angeles, October 2nd
Solo quería saber si tu corazón se rompe cuando piensas en mí.
Sonen, Sept 15 (via notas-para-una-memoria)
“We learn far too late that times fickle sands will always slip through the fingers of our clumsy hands. And once it is gone and slipped through the cracks it is gone forever and we cant get it back. Sometimes it is short sometimes it is long but the simple fact is when it’s gone it is gone.”
— Ranata Suzuki | The Deadline
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,
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Taylor
I smile every time I hear your name. Do you do the same?
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The past is never gone, it simply lies beyond reach. A moment becomes a memory, the tangible becomes ethereal and now becomes forever.
Ranata Suzuki (via theprocast)
Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there
Adrianne Kalfopoulou, from “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much (via lifeinpoetry)
No quiero olvidar. Siento cada día, Llegar hasta vos es Atravesar un valle de bruma. Quiero escribir Y tener tu recuerdo presente. Quiero ver en mi mente los detalles Y oír el silencio de la habitación Aquel último día. Tal vez Olvidar sea un alivio Porque recordarte trae toda la nostalgia Y, lo incierto, la amargura. Tal vez sea Lo peor lo que no puedo nombrar. Te extraño Y siento no poder ponerle palabras A esta añoranza por tu voz
2 Meses y 3 días (via icatherena)
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