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sorry, had to :)) i’m fine btw

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good night to edward cullen only <3

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soooo the weather???

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Creo que la culpa la tenemos los dos, vos por no interesarte ni en lo más mínimo por mis sentimientos y yo, porque pensé que en algún momento se sentiría bien. Que todos esos besos, sonrisas y mensajes de texto en donde me decías cuánto querías verme eran de verdad y no sólo una ficción que te habías inventado para divertirte. Quizás pensaste que yo también me estaba divirtiendo, perdón, suelo reprimir mis sentimientos porque no se como decirlos.

La verdad es que, al fin y al cabo, si que querías verme pero sólo mi exterior. Y querías que yo vea sólo tu exterior. No te culpo, ni siquiera yo sé cómo verme y pesar de todo el dolor que me causaste no lo hago, no me lo permito aun.

Pero se que puedo aprender, puedo renacer y verme a misma, por mi cuenta y sin esperar que vos lo hagas. Quererme, abrazarme y besarme sin desear que seas vos quien lo haga.

¿Sabes? No suelo ser alguien que se canse a la primera, por lo general, suelo poner muchas ganas en una relación y empiezo a amar desde el minuto 1, logrando que para mi, todo lo que suceda dentro de aquel espacio y tiempo se convierta en algo sumamente profundo. Pero me cansaste. Lograste algo increíble, que yo bajara los brazos.

Me gustaría poder decirte que seguramente en un tiempo, cuando te golpees contra la pared y despiertes de este periodo de juegos constante en el que vivís, y te des cuenta el daño que causaste a tantas personas con tu indiferencia, el daño que me causaste a mi. Y de alguna forma te arrepientas, quieras volver el tiempo atrás pero luego darte cuenta de que no hay forma, y que perdiste personas que pudieron haberlo dado todo por vos si tan solo las hubieses cuidado como se merecían. Pero no lo sé, no se que vaya a pasar en un par de meses o incluso en un par de segundos.

Lo único que se, es que no te tengo rencor porque quizás vos nunca sentiste nada por mi, pero yo si sentí algo por vos. Y fue lindo, ese mundo de fantasía en el que me sumí el verano entero me hizo sentí cosas totalmente nuevas y te agradezco. Se que no me odias, porque yo tampoco te odio a vos. Se que me queres y me ves, pero no de la forma en la que yo quiero que me quieras y me veas. Y lo acepto (o lo voy a aceptar)

Asi que voy a sacar lo bueno de lo malo e intentar levantarme del suelo en honor a todo lo lindo que sentí. Y como dice una de nuestras amigas, darle tiempo al tiempo. Sanar. Posiblemente tenga tropiezos o caídas porque sanar de vos no es fácil. Pero no va a ser imposible.

De alguna u otra forma tenía que aprender que los corazones se rompen, ¿no? Es solo que, jamás imagine cuanto dolería.

Pero voy a dejar mi lado egoísta y orgulloso (aquellas dos características que ambos compartimos un poco) a un costado para decirte que quiero tenerte en mi vida, de la forma que sea porque mi cariño si es sincero.

Te juro que te deseo todas las cosas más lindas del mundo pero ya no va a venir de mi, nunca. Se que valgo un poco más.

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goodbye dr karev ♥

Here I am returning to my blog after spending a lot of time without writing, I really didn’t have much inspiration.I read this news yesterday and didn’t believe it at first, I read it so much that I couldn’t trust it so easily. Until I confirm it today.

I could talk about how much his leaving hurts me, even though I understand Justin’s reasons for leaving. But I won’t. I prefer to remember the story of one of my favorite characters in the world.

Alexander Michael Karev, he was an asshole when we met him but for some reason I could never hate him, I knew there was something deeper inside him. He became an adult at the age of 7, when he started cleaning up his drunk and drugaddict father. He was bullied at school because he was fat and he suffered violence for it. It made him think bad things about himself for a long time.

When his father left them, he became the father of his siblings and began to take care even more for his schizophrenic mother. He was in 17 different foster homes in the course of 5 years and also was in juvenile detention after stealing food for his family.

Even after all this history, he successfully finished college and started his internship at SGH. From there, he began to mature into the wonderful person he is today. An excellent surgeon and a doctor who cares about his patients, a good friend, a good man, a good uncle and a good husband.

Above all, a good human being.

He cares, he doesn’t mind having to risk his life to save a woman after a ferry accident. He doesn’t mind running the risk of going to jail just to restore a child’s sight.

I remember watching him hug those little babies who needed that warmth that he gave them, I remember him singing a song from “camp rock” for a little girl just for making things easy for her. I remember him bringing children from Africa to be medically treated. I remember him fighting for his life after someone shot him one day at work, I remember him admitting he was scared of everything.

He’s one of the most resilient people I’ve ever met. And I’ve learned so much by his side. He has borne the best fruits of all the adversity to which he was subjected in his life.

You deserve all the good things you can get out of this world, Alex Karev. Right now I can only say thank you, thank you for teaching me to face adversity, for pushing me to care and to act. To stand up and take it, no matter how hard it looks.

I’m going to miss you like you have no idea. I feel really lucky that I was able to meet you, Alex Karev, and believe me, I understand, but you don’t have any idea how much it pains me to let you go.

Thank you Justin Chambers, for being a golden person and a GREAT artist. You played Alex Karev like no other, you’re a giant and I hope life is beautiful with you because you deserve a entire world.

Thank you both. I’ll always remember you.

Bye.

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hiya! how r u? I’m back with a very sad post which you will see in a few seconds. Anyway, I have proposed to be a little more active here...let’s see if I can get it! Xx

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“For over a century I have lived in secret, hiding in the shadows, alone in the world until now. I am a vampire, and this is my story.”

10 September 2009

“Dear diary, today will be different, it has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. The smile will say, ‘I’m fine, thank you, yes I feel much better’.” 

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Louis for 1883 Magazine, photographed by Jack Alexander

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(20/07/19)

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MAMA WHEELER COMING THROUGH!

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louis’ ^◡^ face

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#WeStandWithTaylor

For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums. 

Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years. 

Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it.

This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it. 

When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever. 

Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make.

I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23. 

Sad and grossed out,

💔

Taylor

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Grey’s anatomy + hugs

No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it’s scary as hell. Except, there’s an upside to freefalling - it’s the chance you give your friends to catch you. -  Meredith Grey

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Top 10 Villains (as voted by my followers) 04. The Originals “But the darkest consequence was something my parents never anticipated… The hunger. Blood… had made us reborn and it was blood that we craved above all else. We could not control it… And with that, the predatory species was born.”

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“A veces, tenemos que perdernos para encontrarnos. Y a veces, nos volvemos a encontrar, solo para perdernos otra vez”

— Grey’s Anatomy

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