soft hearts, electric souls

cant stop thinking about this. his weight is 1g.

all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.

me, 6 glasses of merlot deep, ranting on the back deck of a strangers party to a girl I met in the bathroom 5 minutes ago

reblog for easter

forget april fools day its almost time for the best video on this entire fuckin planet

sunglasses. no sun. it’s cloudy: overcast. 

mood: bedridden victorian child

you say ‘what’s up?’, we say ‘VAS HAPPENIN?’ you say mcdonalds, we say NANDO’S. you say the beach, we say MALABAMI. you say junk food, we say CARROTS.  you say a pigeon, we say KEVIN! you say spoons, we say NO WAY! we are love. we are one. we are directioners <3

The probability of you getting attacked by a gorilla at any given point is very low… but it’s never zero.