Dear Chris Martin...

Dear Chris Martin...

I'm in love with you. Your music inspires me to no end. Seriously, ditch Gwenth and come marry me, and write me beautiful music. I know that you don''t really believe in marrying 18 year olds, and you already have your two crazy named children, but I would even take them on if you would write me just. one. song.

Love, Kelly

Okay, in all seriousness, music will always inspire me. Chris Martin/Coldplay is just a regular on every playlist I make. Like a common denominator in math, spray tans on Jersey Shore, and butter in a Paula Dean recipe, I need them to work. They're music may come off as about nothing, but when you actually listen to the lyrics, its about life. "Fix You" defiinitley speaks to my need to want to make everything better for everyone, and I'd be lying if I said "Lost!" isn't the soundtrack to my Junior Year of highschool. I think my roommate is getting annoyed that I always have my weird "alternative" music playing at ungodly levels while I study, but I need noise to focus. Is that weird?

The artisits who write their own music just speak to me. Taylor Swift is literally my idol. She writes her own music, does what she wants, and isn't afraid to call a guy on his bull. Girl has some balls, and she means it when she says everyone should be Fearless. Actually, right now I have the faint marks of "Be Fearless" written on my left hand in eyeliner from a picture I left for Taylor yesterday. Attention Taylor Swift: Being Fearless is a hell of a lot easier said than done. That doesn't mean I'm not trying though. (Sidenote- I'm seriously reconsidering the tattoo I want, and might get "fearless" on my left wrist instead of "hope" on my foot. Thoughts?)

So basically, thank you Chris Martin/Taylor Swift for being the soundtrack to all the new things I'm learning at college. You're the people who help me study, and get through the Enlightenment, and Conquering Public Speaking. Your music speaks to me on a pretty deep level, and for that, I really am greatfull. Expect me to cry if I ever, by some miracle, get to meet either one of you.