thirstingdragon:

here-for-larry:

when-harry-met-louis:

leedstagram:

JUST CLICK AND WATCH

NO FUCK YOU IM CHOKING

SOMEONE ACTUALLY FUCKING DID IT. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

SOMEONE WRITE ME THIS PLEASE???

“And that’s what adulthood is: you wake from the nightmare and realize there’s no bigger bed to climb into.”
John Mayer (via astonmartinonfire)

(Source: as-bold-as-love)

manicstreetbutlers:

Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.

(Source: torturegardens)

lourrified:

adventuresin1derland:

Oops,” Harry Styles said as he slipped on the wet bathroom floor. With his audition a few minutes away, he needed to overcome his nerves away from his mother who would only make him panic more. However, all fears of falling face first on stage or forgetting the lyrics to one of the world’s best known songs dissolved when he saw a hand reach down and pull him back to his feet.

Hi.” Louis Tomlinson’s breath caught in his throat as he stared into the green eyes of the boy that had ridiculously curly hair and a face that made him look no older that twelve. Realising his hands had been on the kid longer that was socially appropriate, Louis took a step back and decided to voice his concerns from a heterosexually appropriate distance.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just… you know…” Harry too was caught off guard by the bathroom encounter and found himself wishing the boy with the long fringe was still clutching his arm.

“Anxious?” Louis supplied. “Yeah, I was too. I’m not happy with how my audition went, but the judges actually said “yes” for some reason. Oh shit, did that sound like I’m showing off? I swear I didn’t mean it to, I’m just really glad it turned out okay. But seriously, don’t stress, you’ll be fine. All the girls in the crowd will love you and I bet you have an incredible voice…”

Louis was speaking too quickly, a pattern he slipped into when he was nervous, but his words were cut off when Harry let out a giggle. He didn’t look as worried now.

“Congratulations, they must have seen something in you. Erm, I actually better go now, my Mum will worry that I’ve gotten lost. But thanks for reassuring me, um…”

“It’s Louis.”

“Thanks, Louis,” Harry repeated while wondering how a name could be so perfect for someone. “I’m, Harry Styles, by the way.”

“Good luck Harry, then.”

The boys stared at each other for much longer that they should’ve, before Harry slipped out the door, flashing a small smile.

Harry Styles. He had the looks, the attitude and most likely the voice as well. It was not hard for Louis to imagine the kid on arena stages, at award shows or on billboards. It was just that Louis didn’t expect to be standing right next to him.

 

casimirpulaskidays:

do you ever just feel so awkward when you buy something and pay in cash and the cashier gives you the change back but you take a few seconds to put the money in your wallet and you can feel the world judging you from afar 

feedthesofa:

I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

joshfrancescgay:

i’ve got to the point of band obsession in which i don’t even question if i like their songs i just accept everything they do like it’s just my life now and there’s no turning back

(Source: cutiehealy)

“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”
Sylvia Plath  (via reefkids)