once upon a time
in an enchanted episode
too many feels i die
happily ever after
oh shit mcdonalds put me up front. how do u expect me to keep up with people’s orders when i cant even order for myself as a customer. i think they misread “socially awkward” in my resume to “socially awesome”
can like channel4 get sued because they’ve basically used 1d’s fame to get ratings and all that publicity crap. i mean copyright. and made us fans look and feel like shit for the same reasons. that documentary also gives a very bad rep to the boys. idk just sayin.
guys wats up with the #RIPLarryShippers trend on twitter? does it have something to do with that bullshit documentary?
have you guys ever had a diary when you were like ten and centuries later, you just happen to stumble upon it and started rereading it without not cringing? because that just happened to me and i’m at this part where i used to have a crush on this boy, not anymore i promise he’s not my type for mature old me, and i just can’t stop shipping mini me with my childhood crush like we actually had cute moments and ugh i’m so annoyed with mini me for not making a move after childhood crush admittedly said he loved me and at some parts i’m like cheering for mini me . i feel like this is could be a tv drama and my emotions are being constantly being played with. currently in the present, i am now at war with myself, mature me and mini me. this must be normal. i’m crying. i can’t wait to read what happens next omg.
say hello to ur new mcdonald’s employee
finally dragged my ass out of my room to get ballin
and food. good stuff.
had such a wild adventure for the past 2 days just for the boys. walked for 14 hours straight for 2 days around vancity downtown. met so many lovely fans. went hotel hopping until we finally found their hotel. sneaked in with a pizza delivery guy while the boys were away shooting a commercial. met such a nice mexican family who let us in. chilled in the pool until midnight, hoping the boys would finally arrive. took a towel from the hotel instead as a souvenir. ended up finding out they stayed up all night partying around the city when my friend had a fanfiction moment, aka luckily-bumping-into-interaction-only, with harry styles. fml. i was supposed to be with her. next day, we went to the arena to wait for the boys. so crowded. people ran faceplanted, bleeded, got scratched, and shit. scary. i then figured 5sos was staying at my friend’s hotel. we were on our way to their hotel to meet them but then got a text saying 1d’s arriving to the arena. came back to the arena and saw the boys, lou, paul, calum, and the boys’ band members, dan and sandy. had a blast at the concert. cried at the second song because it was all so surreal. decided in the last minute to throw my headscarf with my mom’s perfume, which i stole, at the second stage but it landed just before the stage and behind the security. now i want it back. im sorry now im just rambling because fjsl;ksa;las;klkdsakd
idolizing your favourite band or singer for years and years, immortalizing them and just simply giving them so much adoration as they save your life in your own little room, not realizing how these gods are also people, until being in their concert. you’ve finally become a part of something so massive, being shared with different people in the same situation. all as one. with your heroes, singing your heart out every lyric until you cant talk or hear anymore. you can’t be stopped. literally the best feeling ever. it’s truly magical. thank you, one direction, for saving my life all these years.
this is ever so heartbreaking. waking up to reality so devastating. just found out cory’s passing. in my city that im living, him alone in a fucking hotel room dying. i feel partly responsible for this so im sending all my blessings. stay strong.