‘Safe On The Other Side And Here. (A Long Silence.)’

thinking about the pettiness of harry edward styles and how he makes the whole arena sing the line "does he take you walking around his PARENTS' gallery" in cherry just bcs he can

This is someone’s girlfriend, your honour.

this is an announcement for all the non-americans in the world. today's date is a palindrome. happy 12-11-21 to all of you!

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

August 2013

The clock at the front of the classroom was ticking loudly, it was all 15-year-old Y/N managed to focus on. The slow tick, and then a slower tock. With each one, another ounce of life was dragged from her body. It was physically painful to sit in that chair, in that classroom, and with a paper of unsolved and wrongly executed Chemistry work in front of her. Just touching that piece of paper had the same effect as if she were tickling her uvula. She did not even look down at the paper in total fear of feeling useless, stupid, and nauseous.

Okumaya devam et

Submission Sunday ayyy

so someone on twitter said this is the only picture we have of the cap quartet and i-

Signs as unhinged things Harry has done

Aries: Makin his brand for YEARS in 1D as “I used to be a baker!!! #bakerlife” then admitting he never baked & just worked a cashier at the bakery in a throwaway line 4 a BBC gryles skit. All men do is lie

Gemini: Getting grounded by his mom for saying “pussy” on national television

Cancer: The whole Doug the Dog SNL skit

Taurus: casually sprinkling in a line about sad masturbation on ftdt for no reason. that did not need to be there. jus went “I will pepper in the playing w myself in a random hotel uwu”

Leo: rollin up bussy-out to the 2015 AMA’s serving this lil lewk

w/o so much as a warning to the rest of 1d

Virgo: “The hardest part about Zayn leaving was the paperwork” u can’t make Zayn un-eat that candy thong

Libra: Making it illegal for minors to buy kiwi fruit in Manchester

Scorpio: getting matching “things I can/things I can’t” tattoos on his arms & slowly filling up the “can’t” section while leaving “things I can” completely blank. for years. like Jesus edge-lord go to therapy

Sagittarius: Leaving Taylor Swift stranded on a boat to go sit with sum men in a hot tub

becoming the muse for one of the most prolific breakup album of the decade afterward.

Capricorn: HS1 Track-list order of kiwi > ESNY > Woman. Helloooo emotional whiplash

Aquarius:

Pisces: Denying WS was abt eating pussy then making the WS music video almost singularly dedicated to eating pussy

𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟖.𝟏𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

A/N: Hiya my angels ❣️ I’ve been on the fence if I should post this chapter or not. The lack of reader interaction, reblogs, and comments I’ve gotten on Bloodsport so far has made me want to stop posting the fic. It just feels like everyone who hyped up this fic for weeks, if not months, have suddenly disappeared or just don’t really care to rb or share their thoughts with me anymore, which is incredibly discouraging and has made me debate why I continue to share my writing on here. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate and see those who do reach out and who reblog! I love you so much it makes me want to cry! But I’ve talked to multiple writers after sharing my thoughts on lack of reader interaction earlier this week, and they all feel the exact same with their fics. Please please PLEASE send fic writers love! Please reblog! Please encourage writers to keep sharing on here! Or else there won’t be much fic to read on here anymore. Enjoy chapter 3, love you x

May, 2013

“Marcela,” Y/N groaned. “I don’t get it.”

“Are you even trying?” Marcela asked, looking up from her notebook perched in front of her on the dining table and over at her 15-year-old sister. “I swear, you never even bother trying.”

“I do try!” Y/N said. “But how am I supposed to try if I don’t even understand what’s being said?”

Okumaya devam et

⸼  ࣪  ׅ  ♡ 🦙ʾʿ ☇︎︎  ׅ࣪  ♡ ⃞ 🍞🥢🥡 ׅ  ࣪ 

I noticed when I was a kid that adults seem to forget that everything is real, no matter how young you are. A seven year old doesn’t feel like a helpless infant, they feel the oldest and most mature they’ve ever felt. And they will when they turn eight, too. And nine. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty.

You never feel as young as you are, because you’re always the oldest you’ve been. You can only look back and equate childhood with ignorance and silliness, because there were things you didn’t know then. But there are things you don’t know now, too, that someone older is looking down at you for.

I promised myself I would never forget that, growing up. I put it in a time capsule when I was nine because I wanted to be certain. And sometimes it slips away, and I catch myself scoffing at people younger than me, but you have to fight that. You have to hold on. You have to keep a little bit of your younger mind inside you, so you don’t forget.

I think that’s important.

Remember that you’ll always change, but know that the person you’ll become isn’t going to be any more real than the person you are, or the person you were. They’re still going to feel like You.