London Day 1 and 2: Moved into my beautiful dorm, explored the streets of Kensington, and was greeted by Big Ben on my first tube ride.
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London Day 1 and 2: Moved into my beautiful dorm, explored the streets of Kensington, and was greeted by Big Ben on my first tube ride.
☀ happy birthday to my sunshine child, perrie louise edwards ☀
apple music festival + behind the scenes
Beyonce for FADER Magazine
reblogging for the outfit 🙌🏻
cause of death: jade amelia thirlwall
*reads fanfics relaxed*
*remembers responsibilities*
*reads fanfics stressfully*
2012-2015
the beginning // little mix
another little mix meme: [2/3] lyrics
representing all the women, salute, salute!
Perrie Edwards x get weird tour
23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
but nervous Michael shyly asking you to come over for a bonfire and you get there and no one is there but you two and he makes up the excuse that ‘everyone canceled’ so you both spend the rest of the night cuddled up in the the hammock near the fire and looking at the stars and whispering secrets/stories back and forth until your eyes are droopy and he’s kissing your temple and nuzzling his face in your neck and mumbling ‘sweet dreams’ while the crackling from the fire dies out and all you can hear is the soft snores from him and the slight breeze from the trees
fall!5sos for acoustcmichael & suburbanbluesmichael !!!