Here’s to the endless planning, designing of shirts and signs, clever sayings. Here’s to the laughs, smiles, tears of happiness. Screams, glittering crowds, yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs. The staying up all night watching interviews, or a Journey to Fearless and Speak Now World Tour movie night. Here’s to the sparkly guitar, the hand hearts, a “13” painted in blue on the right one. Hairflips, drum solos, high notes. Here’s to the tours, the vlogs, the Saturday Night Live skits, the coverings of songs. Wonderstruck, Wonderstruck Enchanted, Taylor. Here’s to the eras, the koi fish guitar, the b-stages. Acapella, acoustic, piano versions of songs that we thought couldn’t get any better. Blue eyes, red lips, blonde curls. Here’s to sparkles, here’s to magic, here’s to red. Here’s to you, for not falling in love because everything that falls gets broken. Here’s to you, for not changing, but not staying the same either way. Taylor, here’s to you.
did u guys see me at the oscars