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It just… it wasn’t supposed to go this way. He was supposed to get the help he deserved and recover. They were supposed to eventually get back together and rob us all (happily, of course) blind of our life savings for their reunion tour tickets. I was supposed to be able to see him in person, bounding around stage, singing his harmonies and verses, doing mic flips, saying “sing it” and reading silly fan signs. He had so much more life left! He had so much more to do!

This isn’t fair! It isn’t right! This shouldn’t have happened! It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

frankenawus

holyshit

this feels so impossible to understand. hugging you all tight right now. i don't have any actual words, just....... fuck.

farmlesbians

rip big payno hall of fame tweeter

#liam

girlrry

eroticaremix1

Loving One Direction in 2013 is the most fun I ever had on the Internet, nothing will ever compare

pop-punklouis

i know this has been said in various ways by many people, but this genuinely needs to be a wake up call for how dehumanizing and objectifying fame is and can be. a dark rabbit hole that can swallow someone up without any empathy, and the malevolent presence just laughs as it watches one try to dig themselves out with any means necessary before kicking them as they fall back down, time and time again.

the industry is a broken system. that isn't news, but how much blood has to stain the hands of those who were meant to protect young stars, to mentor young stars, to uplift and encourage young stars before something is actually done. tears can be wept. posts can be made. guilt can be had. but when will enough be enough? when will there be real investigations? when will there be an entire uprooting of the foundation that has steadied this toxic, abusive industry for decades? when will this be taken seriously enough?

no one should become hollow shells of their former selves, constantly seeking validation and peace at the bottom of bottles or through capsules of pills or scattered in the powder of substances. no one should be running an endless race to find who they once were. no one should become an adult who does horrible things who once was a kid who had an innocent heart and dreams. no one should grow up in an environment designed for them to fail underneath those with power and guiding lights who do not protect them when that was their number one job.

every young star who dies at the hands of the spotlight dies first by the irresponsibility and crude nature of those who were meant to safeguard them and keep them from harm's way. and that should infuriate you. because it constantly infuriates me.

dailytomlinson

OT5 in the bread van in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil, 2014

irinagudronchik

sashayed

me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally

you: wh

me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us

you: why are you in my house

me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would

you: are you crying?

me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle

#this post has never felt more real than now

didhewinkback

one direction will always be so so so bittersweet to me like they were such a foundation of my teenage years while at the same time those boys were spending most of their days trapped in hotel rooms or waking up at 2 am to record an album and non stop touring and working so much more than anyone let alone a bunch of teenage boys should work and its always been hard to reconcile those two realities especially on a day like today because god when they were good together, they were so good together.

and i just don't think anything like them will ever happen again. 5 boys from basically working class backgrounds thrust into a level of fame the height of which hadn't been seen for decades, all of them becoming the breadwinners of their families before the age of 18. the immense pressure but also the amount of fun they were. the tragedy and joy of it all intertwined. really impossible to put into words