pinterest is so much better.
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Dear Taylor Swift,
I’m sorry that the boy who is undoubtedly your eternal soul mate is dating Satan and not you. What does this boy see in a girl who wears high heels, short skirts, and is the cheer captain? Doesn’t he know that those are warning signs of a morally depraved…
Stop pointing out my flaws. I’m aware of them.
Stop bringing up the past. It’s not today.
Stop the stereotypes. I don’t fit into any category you can come up with.
Stop telling me I’m wrong. I am right in my own way.
Stop saying I messed up. I can fix it.
Stop saying I’m young. I grew up.
Stop making me feel worthless. I’m worth it all.
Stop saying I’m not in love. I decide that.
Stop trying to make my choices for me. I will hold my dignity.
Stop saying this is bad. It feels pretty damn good.
Stop saying I live too fast. I’m gunna fucking fun.