August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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we're not kids anymore.

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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath
More of Louis live from Hudson Yards, New York. (15 September 2022)
LOUIS TOMLINSON SiriusXM Studios in New York (16/09)
so what if I just want to hear this for the rest of my life?
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
–Edgar Allan Poe
: ̗̀➛ an ode to fall, the smell of soil and cinnamon and orange, pumpkin soup, warm sweaters, cardigans and jackets, and even warmer tea, and the overall cosy vibes
#it’s really uncomfortable watching teenagers flirt because they think they’re being all subtle and neither of them even get it #and everyone else is just watching thinking ‘oh my god’ #COOL IT KIDZ
#THERE IS NOTHING SUBTLE ABOUT THIS (verily-i-say)
orange is so pretty how can you not like it shut up
Will anything ever approach the level of smug calm Harry Styles gave in these photos?
It's not necessarily a smirk. It's just - extreme internal confidence. Being fully centered amidst chaos. The awareness of someone who's about to kick through a door and let the light in.
His eyes were so clear, his expression open. It looks like he grew a decade younger overnight.
Is it normal you get more and more emotional the longer you listen to Bigger Than Me? I keep listening to it on repeat and I've started off celebrating it like an anthem to now being reduced to sobbing in desperation.
It’s like coming in waves:
the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible
the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible