you know that meme of the guy at the party, and everyone's dancing and he's standing in the corner, and he's like "they don't know..." that's kind of what this feels like. it's what grief always feels like, i guess. but right now, there are people catching up on the news for the day and they're seeing some guy from some band is dead and they're going to put dinner on and make lunch for the kids tomorrow and i'm still here stuck in the moment i learned, caught in this net of grief that i wasn't prepared to experience. liam. our liam. it's unfathomable to me. i can't even find the words. i can't even bring myself to say the d word because it's just not real. it's simply not real to me. and no one knows. no one knows what this feels like. no one knows that the world stopped, that time stopped, except the people who loved him and cared for them (including us, the fans, the ones that have been here for ten plus years) and that's. that is crazy to me.

Gentle reminder that you can hold an abuser accountable for being an abuser and still be devastated by the loss of a life.

i hope zayn keeps on singing. everyday. in the shower, when he wakes up, to put her little sister to sleep. please never stop singing zayn. your voice gave the house you promised to your mama. your voice made a whole country feel proud. your voice helped me with my anxiety for almost 5 years. please zayn malik, dont you ever stop singing

even if zayn wasn’t your fave, this sucks. even if my number 5 decided to leave today instead of zayn it would still suck. one direction is the five of them, all or nothing.

I knew just how emotionally invested I was in this band, but I didn’t really know til today.

I can honestly say Zayn Malik was my first heartbreak