Hi, I'm Taylor. I've been alive for 22 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited oleh anything else that falls into the "cute" atau "cozy" categories. I learned to play gitar when I was twelve from this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents' computer. I like quilts. But that's probably because I'm always freezing cold. I cinta Nashville. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I cinta the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it's a Toyota) and scream "I cinta THIS TOWN" loudly out the windows. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm a Sagittarius. I think that means I'm always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I cinta bright warna and things that make reality seem lebih whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I cinta them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.

These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. cinta is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even lebih fascinated oleh it:
I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because cinta is unpredictable, frustrating, tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth menulis songs about -- lebih than anything else I've ever experienced in my life.

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point atau another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added lebih things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still cinta sparkles and grocery shopping and really old kucing that are only nice to anda half the time. I still cinta menulis in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I've fallen in cinta with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I cinta spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed oleh sepakbola players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing atau saying anything uncool, and wishing every menit of every hari that one hari maybe I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. atau something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I cinta old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I cinta the freedom of living alone, but I also cinta things that make me feel seven again.
Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while anda need fries and a cokelat milkshake and your mom. I cinta picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a acak page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my fan from the very first day, but they've berkata things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my friends -- lebih now than ever before. I'll never go a hari without thinking about our memories together.

For the last two years, I've been menulis and recording an album called Speak Now. I only have the option of menulis about things that happen in my life, so thankfully a LOT has happened in my life in the last two years. I know I don't always say the right thing at the right time atau speak up when I should, but I write it all down. I get my gitar and a pen and all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I'm beyond excited for anda to hear these stories and confessions.

I think it's important that anda know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. Must be a Sagittarius thing.
I'm pretty stoked that anda read this whole thing. I commend anda for that. This was ridiculously long, and anda probably have other stuff anda could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, atau anyone else who has spent four menit on me in some way-- listening to just one song, atau watching one of my videos….Thank you. I cinta anda like I cinta sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.