Every day, I check my tumblr mail account in the not-so-secret hope that taylorswift has discovered my account and decided we should be best friends.
The worst thing about this is that if Taylor decided to become my best friend instead, eventually Erin would just steal her off me, so she wins anyway.
Dan Humphrey titles all of his short stories with the date of the real life event those stories are based on.
Can’t wait to read the one about Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree.
Outside, a sea of big black cameras and upraised iPhones are aimed at the door that she’s about to walk through. After a glance through the windows she wraps her arms around me in a very deliberate hug goodbye. Then she looks me in the eye and says, in a low voice: “Are you ready for a photoshoot? Take my hand.”
Pretty soon it’s time to go. One of Swift’s bodyguards, Jeff, a former Marine Corps anti-terrorism specialist, comes over to brief her. “OK, we’ve got a six-minute walk to the exit. Twitter is going like wildfire, so some of the more obsessive fans …” He trails off. “We’re just gonna close the gap on you and keep them back.”
Swift gives her bangs one last check in her phone’s camera, then she looks out at the lake. “I wish we had a boat.”
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.
J.D. Salinger (via lespritmodestee)
New York, tell me how you feel about it
We just met, yeah, we just met
L. A., ask me for the truth about it
We just met and I wish we could be holding hands
Paris, do you ever think about us
Watching TV in your bed
Hey, London, call me if you think about it
Don’t forget I wish we could be holding hands
carly rae jepsen, “tiny little bows”