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Cries for athousand years~
the noise i just made was not human
I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers
If you’re reading this, and you don’t reblog, you’ll NEVER wake up with one direction by your side, telling you how great was your night.
Everybody loves this look but no one really talks about the context in which they shared it. The girl asks “What’s your favorite love song?”, Harry thinks about it for a second and then he goes: “A million love songs”. And all I can do is screaming inside, because all I can think is “That must be their song!”, or a pretty significant song in their relationship. Why am I saying this? Because all this interview is about them and their relationship. But also because Harry has that smug face on, and right after answering the question he turns to meet Louis’ eyes but he doesn’t meet them immediately because Louis is bending backward to hide the fact that he’s smiling like crazy. And then they just look at each other. Like two seconds of intense staring, in.the.middle.of.an.interview.
That is definitely their song.
The Boys Last Night
Zayn: Aw yeah clubbing with Pauly D, DJ Malik in the house!!
Louis: I'm gonna be a sassy gay bitch to this restaurant and put them out of business
Niall: I'm gonna be a sassy gay bitch to these sluttly girls #GymOrNightclub
Liam: I feel like being the sweetest person ever and I'm gonna follow 500 of you because twitch isn't working and also Kanye West
Harry: idk, probably chasing pussies or something
