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Another Day, Another Taylor Swift Interview About Love and Stuff

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I don’t have much of this new interview with Cosmo UK, because it only just hit stores today, but the bits and pieces I do have? Glorious. Taylor in her prime. You actually won’t even need to buy the damn magazine once you read these quotes, because really, why bother? It’s all the same, month after month, year after year; busted, overworked, overwrought vadge time and time again.

Here’s Taylor on her plethora of ludicrous relationships:

“[I don’t know] how to make them last. I’ve never had a really long relationship, so I have no idea what that’s like. Wish me luck for the future!”

And Taylor on decoding her super-mysterious songs:

“The song I Knew You Were Trouble is about when I knowingly made the same mistake twice. I couldn’t resist it – there’s that temptation to push yourself into a risky situation with someone who is going to hurt you, and that’s what that song is about: not trusting your own instincts and ignoring all the red flag.”

And the best of all, Taylor on just now non-discriminating she’s become over the last couple of major relationship fails:

“I really don’t have any rules about dating when it comes to height, age, career choice, anything like that. It doesn’t matter. It’s really more about strength of character. When it comes to age I’ve been all over the map!”

Well gosh, I’m just so glad it’s about strength of character and nothing else. Because John Mayer? Well. That is one man of integrity, let me tell you. And Conor Kennedy? Yeah, he might have only been seventeen in body (twelve in mind) when he illegally banged Taylor, but he is *also* a man of firm principle.

Can I just stop for a second and say, “Hey, let’s be real, Taylor—it’s honestly about how hot the dude is, and how in-demand he is at the time.” Harry Styles? I mean, Jesus. You may as well have went for Justin Bieber for all it’s worth, but I don’t know. I think even Justin Bieber has standards when it comes to crazy, and you fall somewhere above Mad Torso Yeater on that scale.

Good looking out, girl.