darling im a nightmare dressed like a daydream

red tour orlando, 4.11.13

met ball through the years

Taylor Swift Met Gala throughout the years

taylor swift albums as concepts

taylor swift: you walk bare foot in the grass far far away from everyone you know. you can hear a stream running and formations of birds eclipse the sun. you are writing in a leather bound journal and drinking tea from a floral flask. you are too young to be worried about everything but old enough to be far from carefree. you dip your feet in the water. you smile at the sky. the world is very small and you feel safe.

fearless: the sky is silver after the rain as you look out through sheer curtains. you are awake before the rest of the world and everything is quiet, like the clouds are cotton wool muffling the sound. your legs are tangled in crumpled white bed sheets. you are wearing pale knitwear and reading classic fiction. on your windowsill are flowering houseplants. you are alone but with every inward breath you can feel your pieces coming back together. you are the eye of the storm.

speak now: you are at a ball, the kind that is reminiscent of bygone eras. people around you are beautiful but cold like marble, the swish of chiffon skirts and the whisper of polite conversation. champagne tastes like the heavens. chandeliers hang over head like a weight on your shoulder. you sneak outside to the garden, nothing here is refined. ivy clings to the building, roses climb upwards towards the stars. you converse with the moon like an old friend, and she tells you secrets. 

red: you ride your bike down cobbled streets and wave to the woman at the bakery. later you will go and buy freshly baked bread. you ride past the canal and laugh at the ducks. the sunshine is pale and so is your smile. there is a basket on the front of your bike full of wildflowers. an empty locket hangs on your neck. you used to visit museums and galleries with someone you love. now you don’t. you have realised that there is a beauty in just getting up and getting on with things. you are art too. 

1989: your kitchen in your apartment is always full of your friends, talking and laughing, and sat on work surfaces and sticking spoons in the sauce you are making. somebody is mixing cocktails. badly. your face aches because you are laughing so much you can barely catch your breath. your friend takes pictures of you candidly while you cook and you fend them off with a wooden spoon. david bowie’s ‘heroes’ is playing and everyone is telling stories about people they used to be. the world is very big but you are not alone. you feel safe.

I love this so much

did Taylor write this

this belongs in a museum

Taylor Swift at The Giver premiere

How can someone look this adorable while putting on a coat???

Vogue: What advice would you give anyone who wants to become a singer? Taylor: Get a good lawyer