I often think about what it would be like to meet Taylor Swift. In my mind, I would be all calm, cool, and collected, we’d find we had a ton in common, and she and I would become bffls.
In reality, though, it would probably play out more like this. First I’d be all awkward and shy:
Then I’d get really overwhelmed:
Then I’d overcompensate in a last-ditch effort to make her like me:
And she’s so darn nice that despite my creeptastic behavior, she’d probably still give me a hug:
And then I could die happy.
(Source: zaynks, via nashvilleskies)
