amyponder: but honestly i feel like i’ve earned my accidental random encounter with a celebrity by now
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
understandablydumb: the guy on the radio just said “gas prices aren’t so bad if you consider you’re really buying liquid explosive dinosaurs” and my perspective on life is forever changed
I apologize for all of the photos of Jack and Finn Harries popping up on your dashboard because of me. I’m going through the beginning stages of obsession and you guys are just going to have to ride this part out with me. Okay? Great. Thanks! You guys are the best…
loudons: logenlirman: harrybangedme: I am Niall in every social situation THAT WAS MY POST I MADE THIS POST SO LONG AGO OH MY GOD
person: i can spend all day on the internet
me: do you have a tumblr?
me: do you read fanfiction?
me: I don't understand
fangirl-onedirectionz: If you reblog this or like, and I’ll write down your URL and scatter them around the One Direction concert in June. You never know who might get your URL.
zerie: stop saying weyhey it’s turning into one of those annoying memes that never go aweyhey
butthurtbandboys: i bet a fan could push niall down a flight of stairs and he’d get back up, pull out his phone and tweet about how he has the best fans on the planet
floozys: i’m really sick of the phrase “find yourself” you don’t find yourself you make yourself you’re a blank canvas don’t waste your time looking for blank canvases when you’ve had a paint brush in your hand the whole time you can be anything you want to be you don’t need to find yourself you already have yourself now paint
ferretdog: probably the worst thing u can say to someone about college is that their major is useless
i wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things i did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. i feel like i’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.
i get really happy when it’s not me who starts the conversation because that removes so much anxiety about whether i’m bothering the person or if they secretly hate me even if i know that’s not true