currently: listening to 'State of Grace'.
I never used to get along with Taylor Swift.
She believed in love stories. In relationships in which princes came to her window, where romances were with the boy next door, where the poofier a princess skirt the better. Taylor Swift's world had sugar, spice and all things nice.
And it turned me into a dark hole.
It was like trying to deal with the happiest person in the world. The type of person where they were a sponge of happiness, sucking in all positive energy from everyone around them and hogging it all for themselves.
Or like those people who ridiculously overdo the edits to their photos to the point where it looked like a unicorn threw up on it.
But then one by one, hit by hit, you get to learn more about Taylor Swift.
I don't know if it became a tolerance for her, kind of in the same way you tolerate asparagus. Lyrics stopped feeling as irritating, music began to feel more than recycled four chords.
And then she released Back to December.
It finally became a case of "Oh Hey Tay, I dig it. I think we can be friends."