I’m so happy Taylor wasn’t on tumblr this summer. It was a dark time. Waiting. No information. Tensions were high. Fights broke out in the streets. Was the album called roses? Why was she wearing black and white again? Why was one nail painted black when the rest were white? Why did she have what looked like a yin yang sign on her hand? Did that tweet mean something? Nobody was building bridges to get over them, they were being built to burn to the ground. It was a dry period. Like a desert. A random theory here, a random theory there. Death threats were sent out. Nobody was calm. We were in pure agony. There was a 24% rise in organ sales on the black market. If you listened closely, you could heart the monotonous sighing of every Taylor Swift fan. Stuff was not happening and it was terrifying.
September 2: Taylor Swift as a bridesmaid at Abigail’s wedding in Martha’s Vineyard, MA
