8 years ago I fell I love with a blond curly headed girl who loved the guitar and cowboy boots. A girl who sang relatable country songs. She has now moved onto pop and is into crop tops and high heals. A girl who sang relatable pop music and gave heart felt speeches at every single on of her concerts. There’s 2 things that hasn’t changed about that girl.
1) She still sings relatable music that makes me feel less alone. Music that has completely changed my life for the better. Music that has helped me through some of the toughest times in my life. Music that I sing and dance to in my bedroom and car alone or with my friends. Music that makes me feel free. Music that makes me feel like myself.
2) She has the same amount of love and admiration for her fans as she did the day she walked into this beautiful and sometimes crazy lifestyle. She WANTS to meet us. She takes portions out of her day to lurk through our blogs and learn more about us. She invites us into her home. She stops us in the middle of the street to say hey and take pictures. She makes an effort, every chance she can, to remind us how much she loves us. She works hard to put out music to make us happy. She makes it assured in our heads that she appreciates everything we’ve done for her.
Yeah, that girl is Taylor Swift. And she is my best friend.
“I’m Zimbabwean American. For me, I grew up knowing the special power of the African. And their powerful expression of self, and how that is not backward. It’s just different from what mainstream shows us. So to see it on this sort of scale, to me, it’s just so ready and so overdue to me. Because that, to me, is what the African is - we’re very underestimated and we’re also underrepresented.”
[Danai Gurira on “How Black Panther is Unlike Anything You’ve Ever Seen”]
Every time I get close to people, they end up recoiling from me. I just want to have people in my life who want to reciprocate the effort I put in. I need people who genuinely care about my wellbeing and will feel a need to help me. Check up on me. Reassure me. Meet me halfway. I can’t deal with never knowing where I said with someone. Pretty much every friendship or relationship I’ve ever had has felt like quicksand. Sinking into this terrible, lonely helplessness. And the harder I struggle against it, the harder I fight the apathy, the faster I’m devoured.