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when will i ever party like it’s 1989?? (day fifty)

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “My Hero.”

like most of america (especially right now), i love taylor swift. my affection of her is shown by the largeness of her tag on this site, memorization of every song, and of course… abundance of reaction gifs from her cameos or live performances.

people refer to her success as one of an ugly duckling, which i see a bit. i’m saying this because she was a bullied for her unorthodox taste (she was actually adorable as a kid and young teen), but. but then, she made it her own. she’s the most inconspicuous of world-dominators if i may say so. as pretty, talented and affluential she is, that’s what makes her stand out to me. before the release of 1989, before she really decided to become happy by choice, she was always bashed. and once she stopped caring, it’s as if the world became her blank canvas to throw paint on. and it somehow ended up looking like a salvador dalí masterpiece.

granted, she’s a great singer and even greater songwriter, but this never works for me. it’s like i’m on a diet- i always switch back and forth between caring so much to caring so little about how other people think of me. many people i know are fans of hers, which i find kind of odd because their personalities epitomize what she spoke out against. she’s like a beacon of hope- if i find something i care that much about, and work towards it, i too can earn 7 grammys (seriously though, maybe i’ll amount to bigger things). but then again, life is gray and we’re someone’s antagonist, love interest, secondary character, etc.

she’s coming by for the 1989 world tour in a few months, and i’m heartbroken i don’t have tickets. i’ll be even more dejected if haim is also opening up for that date (along with vance joy- this sounds like a dream) but i guess i’ll just… party like it’s 1989

AgDI5Ii

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