I’m a really positive person, but this year has easily been the hardest year of my life. In March I found out that my dad had cancer. By the time they found it, it was already in his lungs, liver, pancreas, spine, shoulder, etc. They told us the day before I had to go back to school in Maryland. I left thinking I’d never see my dad again. Two weeks later one of my best friends took his own life. He was only 18. I made the decision to go home and spend time with my family. My dad’s disease spread quickly. Two weeks ago I played The Best Day at his funeral. Taylor has helped me so much during this terrible time in my life, and I’m so grateful that tomorrow I’ll get to see her in person, sing along, and let all my feelings out just as I’ve done so many times alone in my car. Thank you Taylor for always being their for me, even though you have no idea that you are. If anyone wants to meet up I’m sitting in Lower Level 132, Row 29, seat 13!
CALL THE FUCKING VATICAN WE HAVE A NEW POPE. RIHANNA OFFICIALLY SPEAKS FOR GOD, Y’ALL.
This could be her third Met Gala win. If the Met Gala is the Super Bowl of fashion, Rihanna is the goddamn Patriots.
“I wish you had met me when I still had that light in my eyes, that love was something I desired and didn’t hide from, that I didn’t always question your motives with everything you say. I wish you were my first so you could experience a completely different me, but that’s not going to happen.”
— my wish to you
me, when i’m 80: hey did you know taylor swift wrote speak now all by herself?
