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hey pals!! as you probably noticed I’m not active on this blog anymore :((, BUT I’m still active on my personal aka @youarejeffs so I followed you guys there :)

buffysummers

this night is flawless don’t you let it go / you see me in hindsight tangled up with you all night

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof) @taylorswift

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof)

@taylorswift :)

protectingswift

Taylor, I want you to meet Binks. We got her in February and she’s the most sassiest, playfulest, cutest thing ever.

withallofthecolors

Taylor, Thank you for always being such a strong constant and guiding light in my life. The little girl I was at 8 years old, listening to Our Song and Tim McGraw never would’ve imagined I’d had survived the things I have or done the things I’ve been able to do through the last few years. They definitely all haven’t been easy, but finally living a life I’m in love with is so worthwhile. Thank you for choosing and writing these lyrics for my tattoo so beautifully. I knew I could trust you to choose the right thing. I look at it daily, and the placement reminds me that time has healed the scars and that I’m alright now. I can’t wrap my head around how much I love and appreciate all you’ve done for me, the friends you’ve given me, or the love you’ve shown when I’ve needed it most. I just hope you know that I love you more than I can ever explain. I hope I get to see you soon, Buddy. Always always, Bridget 💗

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof) @taylorswift

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof) @taylorswift :)

gouldenswift

Thank you Taylor and Ellie❤️

This year has been amazing. I credit most of it to @taylorswift and @elliegoulding! July was the month that Taylor finally noticed me and liked my post. It was a post/picture of her and Ellie and I expressed my love for them. Little did I know that this like would turn into something magical later on. I posted and reblogged to Taylor a request for Ellie to be a guest on my 1989 show. Fast forward 3 months later to October when the 1989 tour heads to my city! In the beginning of October, I would tweet Ellie almost everyday the link to my tumblr post asking for her to be a guest. A few days prior to the big day, Ellie posted on Instagram where she was; she was in London, of course. I had zero hope that she would be a guest at my show. The day of my show, October 17, she posted a selfie on Instagram and it looked like she had been on a plane. I wasn’t quite sure. I messaged my friend and she said she might be on a plane. My hopes were high then they diminished because they was no way that she would just come for show when her album was coming out soon. Around 4:30 that afternoon, I saw a tweet from an update account saying that fans heard Love Me Like You Do being sound checked. I LOST MY CHILL AND WAS FREAKING OUT SO BAD! My hopes went over the moon, but I also didn’t want to get my hopes up. I still had a small feeling that she was there; I just contained my excitement. I then headed to the stadium (well you know the rest, the show begins etc.) When Taylor mentions something about guests during her speech in the beginning, I just KNEW Ellie was there! My heart fell out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that Taylor brought Ellie to the Arlington/Dallas show. Ellie could have easily gone to another show or just not show up at all, reasons being that Ellie’s third album was coming out. When Taylor introduced Ellie to the stage to sing Love Me Like You Do, I cried so much throughout the whole performance and most of WANEGBT (which I regret because I hardly remember anything except for the crying) ((I also remember Ellie exiting the stage like I saw her. She was about 50-100 ft away from me!!!!)) I actually believe that Ellie and Taylor took my request into consideration! I also believe that Ellie saw my tweets, sent them to Taylor, and they both talked about it, or it could have been vice versa. Point is that, I felt like my voice was heard and they do love me, and did this incredible thing! I honesty think this was for me and like I said earlier, Ellie could’ve easily denied, I mean it’s Ellie Goulding. 2015 wasn’t the most perfect year, but what Taylor and Ellie did made it better for me. I can’t thank them enough! My love for them grows and grows everyday. ❤️

gouldenswift

I’m not worthy of you two😭 @elliegoulding @taylorswift

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof) @taylorswift :D

protectingswift

Hey Taylor, it’s Stormie!! I just wanted to take a minute to update you on my life. 💕

I turned sixteen in January and I’m in the process of finding a job and learning how to drive. Woo! Adulting! For my sixteenth birthday my step dad surprised me and told me him, my sister Hollie and I, are going to Nashville for a few days in June to see Sel in concert and tour colleges and such! I’M SO EXCITED!! It’s my favorite city in the world, I’m so pumped. I got a tattoo of a line out of the advice you gave me last August, ‘knowing your worth sometimes comes without any proof at all.’ I have a post with a picture of it on my page somewhere if you wanna see it. Thank you again for that, I can’t thank you enough. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I love my life so much.

I love you, Taylor!! I hope you’re enjoying you’re time off. I hope your days are filled with laughter, milkshakes (because they’re the BEST), and happiness. @taylorswift

kierastimetotumble

Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. After a year and a half of FaceTiming, phone calls, and text messages I got to spend a whole day in New York with one of my best friends. We have gotten each other through so much and have gotten to experience all the good things we have gone through together. We were worried it wouldn’t work out because we had tried so many times before to meet up, but it finally worked this time! I am so happy right now. We wouldn’t have been able to meet without the mutual love for Taylor Swift and we want to thank you so much for bringing us together. We love you! Love Kiera and Sammy ( @taylorismycure ) @taylorswift

Song: Break the Distance by Ashton Edminster

taylorswiftisloved

@taylorswift I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH

kierastimetotumble

Who did it better? @taylorismycure @taylorswift @karliekloss

taylorswiftisloved

@taylorswift you brought us together and I can’t thank you enough for that!

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seem as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof)

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Taylor. strong minded girl, made home in a body that’s learned how to weather and recreate from ember. it sometimes seems as though you’re a newly discovered planet and everyone wants to leave their mark on you, a race for ownership of an unobtainable reality. a planet where every season is spring and we don’t have to bury our dead because they always kiss us goodbye. Taylor. voice like a garden that grows music into blossom. people lay down in the roots of your flowers just to listen to the hum that emits from the ground, the comfort that radiates through their ribcages. hearts stick their fingers through the bars of their cage aching for more of that sweetness and understanding that comes with realizing you’re not alone. the validation of ones emotions is a taste that lingers long after swallowing your words. trust me, I know. Taylor. soul so immense we only know how to stare at in awe. a wise brain open to self-correction and interpretation, always trying to find a new way to say ‘I care about you.’ fingertips that have seen so much unnecessary catastrophe and inexplicable beauty, pens quiver in their tender grasp while waiting for the explosion. Taylor. while life can be spectacular, you are unfortunate enough to exist in a world that doesn’t know how to touch you. deep-colored bruises are quick to form from those with heads so empty they’re desperate to fill it up, no matter whether it’s with the truth or a delusion of it. Taylor. how much does it hurt when you give people the meat of your love and watch them throw it to the wolves? to give them nothing but forgiveness and your best efforts and be left with dust all over your room? to hear the twisted words of bug-eyed photographers and anonymous writers be fed into the mouths of the masses until they all wear signs around their neck that say ‘keep ten feet away from me at all times.’ Taylor. every time somebody tries to break your strength the birds forget how to use their wings and have to hold onto each other for support. your pain is a four letter word that can be combated but is entirely unpreventable and unpredictable. Taylor. despite all of this you are loved. scattered throughout the crevices of this universe are people that look up to you, a sistine chapel ceiling of support. we armor up and throw punches every time there’s a severe storm warning because you’d do the same for us. some of us kiss our bloodied knuckles and wake up another day all because of the hope you’ve planted at our feet. I can’t tell you how many more times the wind will be stolen from your stomach, how many times you’ll be shocked at the incapacity for trust some people hold, but I can tell you that I’ll be there every step of the way to make sure you know just how tall you are. Taylor. you taught me to speak now. I hope I’m teaching you to believe it.

an open poem to taylor swift, written by me (via swiftproof) @taylorswift !

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