“I’ve never had that, so I wrote that song about things that Lena has told me about her and Jack,” Swift shared. “That’s just basically stuff she’s told me. And I think that that kind of relationship.” ”God, it sounds like it would just be so beautiful.” - Taylor Swift on ELLE about You Are in Love in 1989
NOW SHE DOESNT HAVE TO BE TOLD, SHE IS LIVING A BEAUTIFUL LOVE LIFE RNWITH JOE AND I AM SO HERE FOR THISSSS
Hearing Gorgeous and seeing the SS say…
MAKES ME WANNA CRY AND HUG JOE AND THANK HIM FOR SHOWING MY BBY THAT SHE TOO COULD HAVE AN AMAZING LOVE STORY LIKE LENA AND JACK
Likes yesss girl drown in his ocean blue eyesss girlll!!!
Do you ever go through moods where you’re like, “you know what? It’s a Fearless™ (Platinum Edition) album listening type of night and you just spend the next 1 and a half listening to @taylorswift become the biggest artist in the world through that album? Or you’ve just had the toughest day so all you wanna do is go home, curl up in a comfy blanket and got through the masterpiece that is Red™ (Deluxe) for the rest of the night? I’m so curious as to what mood/situation is gonna make me want to sit down and just listen to reputation™ in its entirety?
Do you ever just sit there and get this feeling in the out of your stomach because you worry that you’re never going to meet Taylor? You worry that you’re never going to meet your best friend; the older sister you’ve never had/always wanted. You worry that you’re never going to be able to tell her how much you love her and how she has saved your life. You worry that you’ll never be able to tell her how she has changed your life in ways she can’t even imagine; how she has been your source of strength and inspiration when it seemed like there was nothing worth fighting for anymore. How she pulled you out of the dark spiral that you found yourself in, because just looking at her, or hearing her voice sparks something in you that you can’t explain, but you just know that you feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. You worry that you’ll never be able to hug her like you’ve dreamed about a million times, or get that photograph with her that you’ve always wanted. You worry that you’ll never be able to sing with her, or dance with her, or play guitar with her, like you have imagined so many times while sitting in your room all alone. You worry that she may never know you exist, and when the time comes it might be too late. You worry that your time may never come.