“A British man who took a selfie with the EygptAir hijacker while being held hostage sent messages to his friend in which he bragged: ‘You know your boy doesn’t f**k about. Turn on the news lad!!!‘” - Daily Mail (full story)
😂😂😂😂😂😂
This is so surreal, I love it
what the hell even fuck is 2016
For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums.
Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years.
Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it.
This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it.
When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever.
Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make.
I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23.
Sad and grossed out,
💔
Taylor
““But I’m not drunk…” She slurred her words against his chest, her eyes barely opened. “Says every human when they are drunk.” He replied. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw a flight of stairs in front of him. “Hang on tight, you definitely wouldn’t want to roll down that.” He told himself as he tried to adjust his arms around her for a better grip before taking the first step. Looking down at her sleeping face as he slowly went up the stairs, he gave a little smile. How he wished he could freeze the time right at this moment. “Look at you,” his voice low and soft, “If only you could see how beautiful you are, how amazing you are. If I were you, I would embrace you like you are the most precious thing in this world like what I’m doing right now.” “And I can only tell you this when you are fast asleep,” he spoke quietly, “I truly adore you.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #238 // The most precious thing (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I wish someone would said this to me one day when I'm drunk.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via books-n-quotes)
I wish I could.
Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via books-n-quotes)
This is what we called ‘humanity’.
Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself (via books-n-quotes)
Girls are just too beautiful
Chubby? I love you. Skinny? I love you. Acne? Freckles? Birthmarks? Beauty spots? Stretchmarks? Scars? I love you. Long nose? Small eyes? Small lips? Brown eyes? I love you. Shy? Confident? Passionate? I love you. Big thighs? Small thighs? Bony back? Flat chested? I LOVE YOU.
This is wat I'm thinking.
- thoughts²
““I am absolutely aware of what we can be and what we cannot be,” she spoke slowly, “but I like to believe that we can be what we cannot be.” “It’s like a little sweet escape of mine,” she went on, “From the chaos that lingers in my mind.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #216 // Sweet escape (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
