“The one thing I wish these girls that come to my shows knew is that they are exactly where I was when I was a teenager. I had no idea who I was! I was going through all these phases. I was trying on different outfits and all these different personalities, trying to figure out what category I fit into, and which clique I would be accepted in. But if you just keep doing ‘you’, and being who you are and doing what feels natural to you, maybe you won’t find a place where you fit in for a very long time, but you eventually will.”
— Taylor Swift for British Vogue, November 2014 (via ialmostdo)

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Dating or finding someone is the last thing on my mind, because I can’t picture how it could work with the way my life is. I don’t know how a guy is supposed to walk next to his girlfriend when there are 20 men with cameras, and he can’t protect his girlfriend because that’s the life she chose

Anonymous: THIS IS SO FUNNY ISN'T IT FUNNY HOW YOU REALLY CANNOT EVER SEE THESE THINGS COMING, WE'RE ALWAYS LIKE "I'm never gonna have any kinda romantic interest bc i just cannot see how it would happen" AS IF IT'S THIS METHODICAL THING AND THEN IT JUST HAPPENS SO FAST LMAO. btw does he have an accent, or does he just sound american now? 

oh he has an accent lmao kinda strong. Sometimes I have to ask him to repeat stuff LMAO 

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lmaooo if he asked me out I’d say yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDK IT’S SO WEIRD EVERYTHING IS BIZARRE THIS IS NOT HOW I PICTURED IT GOING 

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omfg he just said “isn’t there a movie theater in ur town??”
I’M DELETING!!!!!!!!!!!!! DELETING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DLEETING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh my hgod……………….
all confusion
has been thrown out the window
he asked me if I lived w/ my parents
and I was like yea still do dont’ pay no bills ya heard
and he said
oh well I thought you lived with a boyfriend

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your sister
your daughter
your mother.

a woman gets decked across the face
by a man four times her size
and then gets dragged across the floor, knocked out cold
like a bag of trash
she doesn’t call the police because she thinks
I just make him angry sometimes, you know?
your daughter.

a girl is sexually assaulted in her own bed
and spends the following weeks, months, years
sleeping on the couch
in the living room
your sister.

a woman is attacked on the side of the road
in a sequin blue mini skirt that shines in the streetlights
when she bought it she thought it reminded her of
the starlight, or the glittering of ocean waves
she stays inside most nights, now, with the curtains drawn
she won’t go back to the beach
your daughter.

a woman spends fifteen years of her life
moving in and out of the same house
carting her children back and forth
leaving in the middle of the night with dark blue and purple bruises, every single time
coming back with shaking hands and lifeless eyes, every single time
your mother.

I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your sister if she provoked him
I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your daughter if she was asking for it
I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your mother if she tried hard enough to make it work
but of course you wouldn’t
of course you wouldn’t
when it’s
your sister
your daughter
your mother
you see them as people
you see them as worth more
you see that they deserve more than this

but when it’s just the woman in the apartment below you -
when it’s 12 am and you hear glass shattering and raised voices
underneath your feet
you cluck your tongue
and you never reach for the phone.

When it’s just the girl you see around school
who wears short skirts and high heels
when she doesn’t show up to school for a week
when she comes back with fading bruises and a listless stare
in long jeans and ratty old sneakers
you shake your head at her
and you wonder what she was wearing that night.

I’m sick of asking that question -
what if it was
your sister
your daughter
your mother?
I might as well be asking
what if she actually mattered
what if she were worth something more than
the amount of clothes she was or wasn’t wearing
what if she were more than skin waiting to be touched
more than skin waiting to be bruised
would you pick up the phone?
would you help her carry her mattress?
would you ask her why she doesn’t go to the beach anymore?

someone’s daughter
someone’s sister
someone’s mother -
we are all someone
is that not enough?
are we not enough?
am I not enough?

well I am not your sister
I am not your daughter
and I am not your mother
but I am worth more than a twenty dollar sequin skirt
I am worth more than the purpling of my skin
I am worth more than the streetlights I walk underneath
more than the car keys I clench between my fingers like knives
and I am not defined by who I am in relation to you
I am not defined by who I am in relation to anyone
I belong to myself and myself alone
and I will sooner burn myself up from the inside out
than will I allow you to reduce me to nothing more
than someone’s daughter
someone’s sister
or someone’s mother.

favourite btvs episodes - [1/25] - passion
if we could life without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace

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Anonymous: ok yeah im the exact same way like im experiencing that right now and everyone is like "are you okay" and i feel bad saying this but im like yeah im fine! and i haven't cried but it doesn't mean im not sad about it because i am!! but i feel like people expect you to cry and outwardly show your sorrow but im not like that 

That’s such a hard way to be man!!!!!!!!! Like people like us idk people just ain’t get us. You and I just experience things differently I think and it makes other people confused.

The way I have always and will continue to deal with truly crippling shit is to like…turn it into a joke….not everyone appreciates that for reason you can imagine haha

so I’ve never been the ~crying hysterically~ girl I’ve always been the…in the back of the wake eating macaroni and cheese and avoiding talking to anyone so I don’t start makin jokes with a coffin 40 feet away girl LMAO…

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Anonymous: have u ever had to deal w/ death of a family member or close friend? idk how to deal with it i feel weird because everyones so depressed and im obviously upset too but i feel weird for smiling or laughing around them idk. how do u deal w/ dis 

When I was a kid my mom’s best friend killed herself and since I was like 10/11 the entire thing just made me uncomfortable to be honest with you. Expressions of emotion when I was a kid were like taboo to me lmao…like when the fam would watch a movie and everyone would cry I wouldn’t get it and it would make me soo uncomfortable idk why i was like that haha. But anyway my mom was so mad at me bc I wasn’t crying or anything and never acted like it even bothered me 

the point is everyone grieves in their own way it’s not always you know crying and screaming and asking god why haha sometimes it’s internalized and sometimes it’s quiet 

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