A Special Message From One Direction Just For You…
An announcement so spectacular Niall had to spell it out for you! One Direction performs on The X Factor UK on AXS TV, Monday at 8 ET|5 PT!
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Girl from school...
- Girl: Did you hear that dude from 1D, I forgot his name...but anyways he has 4 nipples?!..
- Me: Harry Styles, and yes I do know he has 4 nipples
- Girl: That's just gross! Thank God I do not know him in real life!
- Me: ...Listen bitch...First of all Harry is a God, He's flawless and a perfect being, you wish you knew him in real life. I want his babies.
- Girl: ...
- Me: ...
- Girl: ...
- Me: Yeah that's right bitch, shut up.
- Girl: But you're a guy..
- Me: So? I don't give a shit if I'm a guy. I'm a guy and I'm in love with One Direction.
- Girl: ...
- Me: Yeah, shut up bitch.
Anonymous asked:
I just realized that what Harry was wearing at the BBC Music Awards (fuckyeahzarry*com/post/104942294789) is a bit similar stylistically to Taylor's outfit from that Wonderland photoshoot...
valencing answered:
TRUE. I SEE HE IS ALSO STILL SADLY DEVOID OF SCREAMING COLOR. SECRET MESSAGES THRU FASHION 4EVER!!!!
Tonight is the last night 5sos and 1D will be touring together. The end of something that had the most beautiful beginning and middle. My heart is aching. Their will be no more new videos of them together. Their careers are going in separate directions. Let’s take a minute to appreciate all the beautiful moments that happened throughout the Where We Are and Take Me Home tour. It’s been real.
okay here’s the rundown on four:
- steal my girl -
first is the worstbut still hella catchy i guess - ready to run - YAS its the through the dark of four im obsessed
- where do broken hearts go - up my ass thats where, this song is rad
- 18 - you can so tell ed wrote this holy fuck harry...
okay here’s the rundown on four:
- steal my girl -
first is the worstbut still hella catchy i guess - ready to run - YAS its the through the dark of four im obsessed
- where do broken hearts go - up my ass thats where, this song is rad
- 18 - you can so tell ed wrote this holy fuck harry...
January, you were brand new. You were my restart button. The only things you knew were ‘right now’ and ‘you only live once’, and I always liked the thrill of you. But you never cared about three days from now, and your excuse was that we could always start over. I should’ve remembered: no matter how beautiful, you are always cold.
February, goddamn. I still see you in my sleep sometimes. It’s always the same empty grins from across a strange place, a place I’ve never been to before but you seem to know pretty well. You were the kind of head-over-heels in the movies. It didn’t end that way, though. Why won’t you text me back?
March, I don’t know you very well, but I know that when I hear your name, I think of daffodils. So many people love you, and I know I do too, just not in the same way as them. They uprooted you in the name of springtime, but I will always let you grow. March, you reminded me that love doesn’t always look like decay. Sometimes, love is just enough sunshine and a couple of days spent outside.
April, what can I say that you don’t already know? 30 days feels like 18 years with you (in the best way possible). We always joke about being fed up with each other, but I think I’ll lose my mind when you actually leave. I think I’ll be stuck saying the same shitty jokes we had over and over and laughing about how much it hurts, but it will hurt. It will hurt.
May, you too. Two years ago, you started raining in the middle of the day and I didn’t know what to do. I said the storm was your fault; I didn’t give you any chance to explain, and that’s how I lost you for a while. I could’ve used you when the lightning started striking in my chest. You would’ve known what to do. When you came back, I don’t think I ever said I’m sorry, and now you’re leaving again. I hope I’m not too late.
June, I thought you were it. Part of me knew there was no possible way you could be that perfect. I spent all my time dreaming you up. When you opened your mouth, I knew it was all wrong, but I let you keep talking. I had waited so long for you. How did I get so delusional? I wish I’d never see you again, but you’re still here, and you’ll still be here, even after I’m gone.
July, please don’t say it. We always lose touch, but you know just as well as I do that we never lost feelings. Please don’t lie and say you regret it. Please don’t tell me how soft her hair feels when you wake up and get to run your fingers through it. Even with your terrible memory, I know you can’t forget the poorly lit sidewalk and the worn-out sheets and the 12 a.m. and the 1 a.m. and the 2 a.m. Please don’t push me away.
August, you are my favorite. You’re so far away, but it’s like I’ve grown up with you. I spend all my time waiting to see you again, and when I do, I seem to waste it. If I could kiss you, I swear I would, a thousand times. Or maybe I’d just hold your hand. Either way, there’s something about your clear skies that seems infinite— sometimes I pretend like this feeling will last forever, and sometimes I believe myself.
September, September, September. This isn’t easy for me. I thought last time was the last time, but here I am, writing you poetry and singing our song. September— I love saying your name— every single thing reminds me of you. You are my only almost that I never moved on from; you still burn in the back of my mind and I want to go back and do it right this time. You were always right there giving me time to come around, and now I’m the one who’s waiting.
October, maybe they were right about you. They talk about your smile like it was the only one that mattered. They brought out a wooden casket for everyone to see and touch, but I know it was empty. You were in pieces before they bought it, I bet, but everyone wanted to believe it was you in there. Lies always followed you around, didn’t they? I forgive you, you know, but when I cried, it was for the rest of them. It wasn’t for you. I sure as hell wish it was, though. Maybe my world wouldn’t feel as dark.
November, I know it’s cliche, but I am so thankful for you. I’m sorry I don’t say it enough. Even when I don’t write to you, don’t think I stopped caring. You taught me to breathe when I couldn’t see two feet ahead of me. God, sometimes I still feel light-headed, but then I remember how full of life your smile was all those nights and it reminds me that I’m still here and I’m grateful for it. Now I just need to help you feel the same.
December, I still have your fingerprints on my hips and I love it. You were the shortest time I spent on someone, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. The clawing, the screaming, the latching on until it was all over— I want to hold onto this forever. You’re gone now, and this bed is cold alone, but it was so, so worth it. You were the best ending I could have asked for.
a.v., to the twelve people I loved in 2014 (via spiritslyrics)