Swiftie Problems

blah blah - TAYLOR SWIFT - blah

Now for some random talking. Hm.. what shall I spill today? My unrelenting love for Red? My low-key excitement for New Romantics? Grammys? What do you want to talk about? AH I HAVE FOUND IT.

TAYVIN

Oh look, it's still finely situated in my autocorrect in capitals. No, I don't excessively talk about TAYVIN, seriously - okay you know I do.

I died after those Grammy after party snapchats. I'm currently typing this from my grave. Honestly, I feel like if I even talk about Calvin; I'll just explode into a million tiny little rocks and become the next solar system.

Look forward to the new planets, humans. Um, what was that?

TAYVIN should honestly be carved into a gold ring and put on the fingers on a certain young lady with long legs, and a certain man who always looks like he needs to poop, ASAP. I mean, have you seen his snapchat? It's pretty much healthy food, and his constipated face, and his audiences. Honestly, those two are fated to be with each other and I still have that little Haylor inside me; but NO I MUST REFRAIN.

Ugh I just wanna screech out TAYVIN so the whole world can hear me and while search them up - and turn into a puddle of human muscle. That's what TAYVIN truly does to you.

It's a sad life, I lead. Well now onto....

BRITANY - FREAKING GORGEOUS- MAACK

OKAY, let me first kill you with these:

AWW CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS AND CHILDHOOD BFFS? Yes, I'm feeling it! And since the wedding was held in Reading, Pennsylvania - look, I'm fabulous at googling okay (also, Tumblr helps since we get every candid on the spot - Taylor decided  to go visit her childhood home. Why not pass up an opportunity to ball your eyes out, Taylor? And I have a candid of said moment right here:

THE TRENCH COAT AGAIN THE *dies*

Peace out (from the midst of grave #2), Mipsy ^^