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my last post was kinda messy and chaotic (I was shooketh and sleep deprived)

but here we go again:

1. Around March this year there was this mysterious website http://julythirteen.com

2. there is some background story:

https://taylorsnatched.tumblr.com/post/184289272264/okay-i-tried-to-go-to-the-julythirteencom-site

https://taylorsnatched.tumblr.com/post/184225266974/okay-hear-me-out

https://taylorsnatched.tumblr.com/post/184228547264/okay-not-to-be-a-party-pooper-but

3. later it started redirecting to lil nas x’s tweet which was quite funny btw and convinced me that the page is NOT REAL

4. but I wouldn’t be my dumbass self if I didn’t check up on this page once in a while

5. so I did and then this happened:

https://taylorsnatched.tumblr.com/post/185196869029/guys

6. I did fill the questionnaire and stopped visiting this page

7. then mid July (i guess) I opened this page and it again redirected to lil nas x’s tweet (he was thanking for the no 1)

8. AND YESTERDAY I OPENED THIS SHIT UP

Okay, so Save The Date is a pre-wedding invitation, which is sent by the engaged couple to the guests way before actual wedding invitations, so they can plan their year and include the wedding in their leave of absence 

ALSO, I MEAN, COME ON:

And two weird facts about the technic side of the page:

(sorry, it’s in polish, what matters is that the image size is 1313 x 1313)

SO THAT’S ALL

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

AND IN CONCLUSION

AND VERTICAL

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mug

paw

pay

FBI

vile

ran

gap

set

mix

tan x2

law

mop

parasite

sporozoite (what the hell, this is why i needed my advanced biology in high school???)

complex

rep

log

cuban

game

lamp

duke

ten

dual

fin

zero

cane

mortality

THE WORD SOUP IS GONE

BACK TO SAVE THE DATE

relapse, parasite,  sporozoite,  complex,  mortality,  elimination,  game,  vile,  duke

cuban,  cane,  FBI,  law,  pay,  ran

mix,  set,  gap

ten,  zero,  dual

rep

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,

💔

Everyone is taking their turn talking about why @taylorswift inspires them. This is super nerve wracking for me, but I really feel the need to share. If it doesn’t reach her, it will reach someone. I met Jake when I was 4. We became next door neighbors, I became best friends with his sister. We still are. I had a crush on him always. He was kind, selfless, caring, loving, funny, and always patient. I loved him. The love was unrequited, but he loved me in every other way he could. Like a friend, like a neighbor, or a sister. But I loved him so much more. Taylor’s self titled album came out, “Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)” took the title for my “Jake song”. Then Jake got his first girlfriend, I was jealous, I wanted my chance to tell him and show him how much I loved him. “Teardrops On My Guitar”.

I couldn’t believe how cool it was that someone was writing how they felt so blatantly about a boy in a song. I thought how brave that must be, and freeing. I wanted to learn. I wanted to play guitar. I wanted to write music. I wanted to tell Jake how much I loved him.  Taylor’s second album, “Fearless” was released.  I was sold. Jake had a different girlfriend and they were serious. I was jealous. When he would walk her to her car at night, I would open my windows and play, “You Belong With Me” as loud as my CD player could go. He had to have known it was on purpose, but he never said anything. He was too nice. He knew I valued him so very much. And then, “Fearless” Taylor’s definition. I was obsessed, I wrote it word for word in notebooks. I made it my username for things. I loved it. Then I found out Taylor wrote it about her ideal perfect first date. Lightbulb. My guitar playing had progressed, and I was so ready to write everything how I felt. So I wrote a song called, “Perfect Night” about my dream hypothetical first date with Jake. My first full song. I was so proud. I played it for everyone. I was seventeen. Jake was nineteen. I wrote it in the summer, and then he went back to college. I told myself I’ll get the guts to tell him someday. “When he comes home for Thanksgiving. I’ll do it. That’s when I’ll do it.” So I practiced. Over and over. I perfected the song.  But.