and you will be loved

Close your eyes and we can float away,
All alone through this crowded place.

ah no.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008 | 10:33 PM | 0 comments

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,

Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Now it's too late for you

And your white horse, to come around

~Taylor Swift, 'White Horses'

Those three owe me big time.

Like, big.

BIG.

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