Taylor swift style board [pt. 2]
Loving him was R E D
You go through so many different phases in life. I think, you know, life is this constant series of epiphany after epiphany of ‘oh I know this now, I didn’t know that then’ and you’re a different person today than you were yesterday. But I just think that as far as where I wanted to be 5 years ago, this is it. I wouldn’t change a thing.
You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You are the reason for this tour, this show, and these memories. I hope you remember it as well as I do.
The RED Tour consisted of 86 shows total worldwide and brought $139.2 million to the concert box office. Taylor Swift became the first solo female artist in 20 years to headline a national stadium tour through Australia since Madonna, and the first female artist in history to sell out the Allianz Stadium since it was opened in 1988. In 2014, Taylor played five sold out shows at the O2 Arena in London and finished the tour in Asia in mid 2014.
The RED Tour: March 13th, 2013 – June 12th, 2014
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I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful (x).
I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. (Okay maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.) Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten it’s triumphant. It’s heroic. After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose the ones you hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.