From her first living room concert, to her 10th Grammy win, and every magically wonderful yet seemingly treacherous adventure in between, Andrea Swift has been by Taylor’s side, and I truly couldn’t be more proud to look up to someone whose mother cares so, so incredibly much for her daughter, and for the millions of others who share the same kind of blissful memories.
«Hai lasciato la valigetta dei colori, delle tinte, delle seppie e delle terre, dei tramonti e delle città, dei vrum, dei vrap!, dei ti amo e quando te ne vai, delle auto ruggenti e delle gomme per cancellare su da me.»
And I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys. The same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
To the anon who sent me this message….Hi! It’s
my birthday in two days and all I really want is a really smutty hiddleswift
fic lol. I know that you’re probably busy but your writing is some of the best
around, so I thought it would be worth a try to ask ❤️ (obviously no pressure if you can’t or don’t
want to)…..Here you go……And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Birthday Wishes – A MATURE
Hiddleswift Short Story
27 years old. She
rests back against the couch, crossing her feet on the table in front of her as
she takes a sip of the wine in her hand.
27. The accomplishments she has
under her belt at this age is impressive, she knows. Yet instead of relishing in those
accomplishments, she’s spent the entire day focusing instead on a picture her
mother sent her this morning. Andrea
offering a happy birthday by text and then sending a picture of a list Taylor
had written on her 7th birthday, outlining her wishes for how her
life would be 20 years later.