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liam. oh liam. god. he was the one i worried so much about ever since the band. like, it used to be zayn but when zayn left and grew i thought "ok, he's going to be ok" because you could see after a while that the band was not good for zayn. you could see it. but liam, god. he carried so much weight, all the time. from the band all the way to the present, he was the guy who was supposed to be put together. he was "daddy direction" he was. yeah. he was that guy. and i know it weighed on him. i KNOW it did. the drinking and the fucking spiraling he went through after the band, it was all connected. and i'm not. defending his choices, i'm not. but i'm grieving him and i'm aching for him, and. i just wanted him to be okay. i really really thought that he would be okay. and he's not. and i'm. fucking heartbroken about it.

I thought my twenties would be a lot more exciting than me legitimately considering whether 4:30PM is too early to go to bed

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

me, drinking orange juice right of the container like the cool older brother on a disney channel show

i love laying the FUCK down and sleeping