#taylor swift fandom
Swifties be like “I can excuse writing haylor smut, tracking Taylor’s jets, and harassing random people on Taylor’s behalf, but I draw the line at suggesting she might like girls”
My very talented bestie created aesthetics for @taylorswift folklore and evermore.
They are such a mood ♀️♀️
folklore:
evermore:
And it’s hard to be at a party
When I feel like an open wound
It’s hard to be anywhere these days
When all I want is you
You’re a flashback in a film reel
On the one screen in my town
And I just wanted you to know
That this is me trying
— “this is me trying” by Taylor Swift
The Friday after my best friend died was my 24th birthday. It was supposed to be a joyous day, overflowing with celebration, family, friends and fun.
Instead, all I felt was pain. Pain, grief and gutwrenching heartache. I missed him so much. I wanted nothing more than for him to be alive. Healthy and happy and there with me. But he couldn’t be any of those things, and that one devastating thought played over and over in my head like a mortal gunshot wound to the heart, striking me on a loop.
I tried so hard to get through that day. Through that year, and the many years that followed. Some days I made it through. Some days I broke and collapsed halfway through. But I tried. I tried so fucking hard. Because I knew that he would’ve wanted me to give it all I had.
Adjusting was a bitch, and I had massive regrets that persist to this day. I had fears that he was no longer around to comfort away. They’re still around, right here, right now.
Now, almost 5 years later, Taylor Swift has penned the ultimate grief anthem, whether she consciously set out to do this or not. It is hauntingly, torturously beautiful, and explains it all.
My heart.
