Thanks for taking the time to read this letter. As fellow YouTubers, we have much respect for others who put so much hard work into building their channel. It’s not easy, and you should be proud! That said, we’ve noticed that in your success, there has been a lack of respect in…
Taylor here. I'm locking myself in my room and not leaving until I figure out how to use my Tumblr. Well, I might leave for a second to get a snack or something but that is IT. I am FOCUSED. I have lots of questions, help me.
Is re blogging what I’m doing right now and is this the best way to write back to someone? Also how do I get GIFs? How do you post them? How do I have one of those convos you always see screen shots of on Instagram? Is that by re blogging or is there some sort of conversation board on here? Overwhelmed. Taking deep breaths.
“Being Miranda’s husband, I hear all the insecurities you know? And one of her concerns was “Gosh Carrie’s so beautiful, and her legs and all this stuff” and she says “I’m gonna look like an idiot up there next to her” and I’m like “No, I don’t think you get it baby, I don’t think you’re seeing yourself how the rest of the world sees you.” I mean I love Carrie Underwood but I didn’t even know she was on the stage!”—Blake Shelton being a cute ass husband (via meglovesmiranda)
“My weight yo-yos because I like to live. I’m a Cheetos girl. I won’t give up vodka. I’m recently a size 6, which I’m proud of, but I’ve been a size 8 all these years, and it didn’t hold me back. If you’ve got a little muffin top, that doesn’t define you. You have so much more to offer: brains, talent, heart. You can spray-tan and suck in the rest. There’s Spanx for that! And Blake? He doesn’t care if my weight changes as long as I stay the same inside.”—Miranda Lambert (Don’t let size define you) (x)
“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”—Every Last One (Anna Quindlen)