Jordan Taylor Experience

Welcome to the experience.

If you’ve got a problem in your life, it’s bound to be a bitch.

It’s all about the dash, man.

One day your tombstone is gonna read “Birthdate - Deathdate” and it’s not gonna matter when you were born or when you died.  It’s gonna be about how you lived that “-“

Thanks for the inspiration…

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dreamerofworlds:

chucktheduceup:

shit-girls-love:

tequila-sluts:

dawnocean:

No one, and I mean no one deserves this.

don’t care if your a bieber, hipster, one direction, kardashian, janoskian blog. you all need to watch this and reblog it

this video deserves a billion notes so please stop scrolling, watch and reblog !

Throughout this whole preview, I had chills, no one deserves this, watch and reblog.

Everyone needs to watch this!!!!! And Reblog!!!!!!!!!

i will be the first person in line to see this

I want to be in line to see this too. 

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“Be Mine” - A Jordan Taylor original

“Girl, I’m lost, alone, not knowing where to go.

I just want to find my way, and maybe again see the light of day.

Fallen apart, nothing left but a broken and saddened heart

That’s in the deepest, darkest caverns, nothing left to do but keep following the same patterns.

But life goes on, and soon all the pain will be gone

And nothing wil be left in me, put my heart on display for the whole world to see.

It’s just so sad, it’s too late, I never heven had

A chance to make it better, try to forget but somehow I always remember…

Chorus- Time that has passed me by

Slowly, yet quickly, in the blink of an eye.

Pain, it doesn’t fade away.

It’s either gone with the moment or it always stays.

Love, oh, I want to drink it blind

But more importantly I just want you to be mine.

Be mine.”

This is just the first verse and the chorus.  Must write more…

“All is fair in love and war

Especially when you been acting like a stupid whore!”

That awkward moment when you see your ex and her new boyfriend kissing in the reflection of the windows and slow down, hoping they’ll stop before you reach them…