Some of my favorite search terms that lead people to my blog revolve around Taylor Swift, to whoever specifically searched “Girls who like Taylor Swift a little too much” and it led them here…thanks. I really clung to that one. I’ll admit, I might like Taylor Swift a little too much but I think she deserves it. I am the first to admit that I will defend Taylor to the death and I’ve been known to drunkenly get in arguments with random people about Taylor’s superiority. I casually boycotted listening to Katy Perry the moment there was speculation she was the mean girl “Bad Blood” was written about (#CrayCrayforTayTay). As much as I seem like an insane 14 year old worshipping Taylor for no apparent reason, I promise there is logic to my madness. What touches me the most about Taylor’s albums is how much they have evolved. Because Taylor plays such a huge role in the production of her music (aka she is at the forefront of writing it) she is so relatable to fans. When “Fearless” came out I was in high school. I mourned over my first break up listening to “White Horse” and “Fifteen”. When I started to fall again I danced around my bedroom to “You belong with me” and “Love Story” with the eagerness only someone who has never had their heart shattered can experience.
I was in my freshman year of college when “Speak Now” was released. On the five hour drive to and from Pullman my roommate Claire and I listened to the album on repeat every time. “Enchanted” captured my starry eyed feelings of infatuation. “Dear John” comforted me in the midst of a toxic relationship. My junior year of college “Red” was released. I realized how scary new feelings can be with “Treacherous”, but I fell anyways and she articulated it with “Begin Again”. “We are Never Getting Back Together” became the girl power anthem that inspired me to stay strong and “22” became (and still is) the theme song of my life.
I’ve been searching for love since I was 15 years old. I’ve been prancing around in tulle skirts, batting my eyes at handsome boys with good hair, doodling hearts in notebooks since before my first kiss. But the past year…the past year things have changed. When I meet someone I no longer think to myself “He’s so perfect, maybe he’s the one“. After I’ve physically felt every word of “Last Kiss” and “All too Well” reverberate through my body, through my soul how could I think the same way I did when I was 16? Instead I meet a tall, handsome stranger and I think “oh my god look at that face, you look like my next mistake” because I know what it feels like to loose someone you thought would be there forever. All of the loves I’ve experienced haven’t been the fairytale I’ve been dreaming of since I was 15. Yet with my smashed mosaic heart, I’m still making signs to hold up welcoming boys at the airport, still urging the special ones to grab their passport (and my hand) and letting them kiss me on the cheek in photos…even though I know those cheek kisses will probably just be memories one day. Because, somehow…despite all the loves that have burned and exploded and left me scarred, there’s still that small part of me that thinks the high will be worth the pain (and Taylor does too).
I must have listened to “1989” twenty times all the way through already. It’s so beautiful not just for what it is to me now but for what I know it will mean to me in the future. I can already anticipate all of the memories I will come to associate each song with, the tears I’ll shed, the late night dance parties, the car rides, the blog posts I’ll scatter Taylor lyrics throughout (because sometimes it’s the only way I know how to communicate). The lyrics are powerful to me now, but I can’t even begin to foresee the comfort they will bring me later. Taylor Swift lyrics have been my comfort for so much of my life, I’ve found myself turning to them in times of heartbreak, of sadness. of confusion (0f happiness) and discovering new meaning when I least expected it.
What makes Taylor’s songs so powerful isn’t just that they’re catchy it’s that they hit somewhere deeper. Taylor understands what it’s like to feel jaded, to realize (after having your heart broken and pieced back together SO many times) that love isn’t the magical perfection we grow up dreaming of…but despite anticipating the end a glimmer of hope remains. And that glimmer of hope despite all of our brokenness is so enchantingly beautiful.
“1989” has surpassed all of my expectations, I’m one of those crazy people who has cried listening to it and I’m sticking to my claim…Taylor can do no wrong. I’m sure you were expecting a negative review from me though so surprise surprise! (;
What do you think? What’s your favorite song so far? I can never choose just one, I’m like one of those annoying five year olds who tells you their favorite color is “rainbow”.
P.S. For your reading pleasure some of my favorite posts I’ve written about Taylor (you know if you’re insane like me and can’t get enough T. Swift).