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Never been to a T-Party.

Never been to Club Red.

Didn’t go to the Yahoo livestream.

Didn’t go to the Secret Sessions.

Didn’t win the Swiftstakes.

BUT LET ME TELL YOU ONE THING. THIS DOESN’T MEAN I GIVE UP. I AM CONFIDENT THAT THIS IS MY ERA TO MEET MY IDOL, AND ALL OF THE LET DOWNS HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THE MOMENT WHEN IT WILL HAPPEN. I AM CONFIDENT, HAPPY, AND READY. :)

sweeranisours

Does anyone ever think about how in delicate Taylor rhymes black with back?

Because I think about it a lot

I forgot cause my other account is my main one, but other than that, I’M A FUCKING PSYCHIC

#taylor swift #end game #ed sheeran #sweeran #ted sweeran #end game music video #has nothing to do w the music video other than it came out tonight an d I just realised

kenxoxmusic

i’m getting an android. i won’t tolerate this disrespect

notimefortears

WHAT THE HECK is this for real??

kenxoxmusic

we need to protest

tshifty

omfg i checked and this is true

open letter to apple 2.0

sweeranisours

wait wut

#also it said her best song was LWYMMD #obviously it's all too well c'mon apple

lolol last year a girl in my choir told the whole class her fun fact about herself was that she was invited to a 1989 Secret Session and for a good week I legit questioned my entire existence.

but like totes not jealous of those invited to the Reputation Secret Sessions

#hahahahhaha. im dying on the inside #pls understand im actually super jealous #if only I was more active on social media

Moments that I sometimes still think about:

It was the day of my high school graduation, and I didn’t want to be there at all. I wore a pair of heels that day. We were just standing around doing nothing. It honestly felt like a million years passed by as we waiting for instructions on what we were suppose to do. I noticed there were a few chairs, and so I immediately sat down. I’m not the most outgoing. I get shy a lot. I get scared to be alone in a crowd of people. However, today my feet hurt, and I didn’t care enough about being alone. All I knew was I was tired. I sat there for a few minutes, my mind empty except for the feeling of relief. I remember I’d been looking down the whole time. When I finally looked up I saw this boy.

Now my high school was decently large, and there really was a significant amount of people I’d never met. This boy that was sitting right in front me was someone I had never crossed paths with my entire four years of high school. And so for the next few minutes we talked. I told him my name, and he told me his. Sometimes in life you meet people and you instantly connect. Whether that be meeting someone that you can see yourself being friends with for the rest of your life, or meeting someone that you simply want to spend the rest of your life with. The second we stopped talking I knew. He was special. Now in what way? I have no idea.

When I finally got home that night I searched through my entire yearbook trying to find him. I eventually gave up. By some chance, because sometimes the universe can be cruel, he just wasn’t in the yearbook. I remember briefly searching through instagram to see if I could find him. I couldn’t.

About a month later I was scrolling through my instagram news feed, and I saw a photo of him. He wasn’t tagged, of course, and that’s the last of him I ever saw.