baby honey

when my mom sees someone different than the rest of the crowd, she sees me. she says they remind her of me. that one time she told me she saw a girl alone in a brewery, with textbooks and notebooks sprawled in front of her clearly studying while drinking beer, she said she thought of me. when she sees someone with dyed hair like pink or purple, she sees me. when she sees someone in slightly unique clothes, she thinks of me. cute, right? she thinks of me. but the thing is, my mom never liked different. my mom laughs at people who are different from everyone.

liam, thinking about harry and louis leaving him and niall to come up with a floundering excuse as to why they weren’t at the ryan seacrest interview: sometimes larry is disrespectful

i can’t stop thinking about how proud i am of louis for getting on stage with a big H on his shirt, singing in front of a big rainbow graphic, debuting a song about closeting in the music industry, and tweeting that his livestream was super successful in spite of a lack of label support. no matter the shitty consequences, i love to see him rebelling and taking back his voice in the ways that he can.

I only see women into his but it can also me boys. So this is for everyone. You wont live with your parents forever. I’m sending you sl the love

Low key kinda needed this

online friendships are a delicate mix of “i know all your deepest secrets” and “wait you’re not left-handed”

didnt have to make me cry like that at 4 pm, but well...