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Ladies and lads and non-binary pals, I officially welcome you to yet another era of Harry Edward Styles loving Louis William Tomlinson and making it everyone’s problem.

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“In my dreams you’re touching my face

And asking me if I want to try again with you.”

-22.17pm

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“you looked at him and felt the wind in your hair, and the drops of rain on your bare shoulders. he spoke your name and the sun warmed your cheeks, the moon came out to listen to your soft voices talking through the night. he took you into the circle of his arms and the ocean parted for you. the biggest mountain crumbled to dust when he kissed you and your knees gave way. he woke the storm in your bones and rekindled the fire in your stomach. but now that he’s left you cold and alone, you have to figure out how to move mountains on your own. you have to rediscover the sun’s warmth, have to scream loud enough to get the moon’s attention and find ways to unleash the storm again. trust me, you never needed him to set yourself aflame.”

— how to love yourself when he leaves / n.j.

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It’s okay to romanticise the small things about your day-to-day life. It’s okay to romanticise sleeping in, waking up to the sun tickling your skin. It’s okay to romanticise the texture of fingers against a page. Sometimes to save your day you need to romanticise sitting at a desk and working, or romanticise studying hyped up on coffee. It’s okay to picture yourself as if you were the mc in a movie. Watch yourself go through shit and know that it’s just the climax of your own story, and that while you sit in your room sobbing to sad songs, good things are just around the corner.

Sometimes to be okay or get through the day you need to romanticise the simple things.

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louis and harry before the infamous paris interview

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Variety / Beauty Papers

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The thread attached

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Honestly it’s all fun and games until November 2020 when we will officially be without One Direction for as long as we had them in the first place

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Harry’s lyrics that makes me go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I just left your bedroom give me some morphine

we don’t talk about it. It’s something we don’t do, cause once you go without it nothing else will do.

Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets

Tastes so sweet, looks so real, sounds like something that I used to feel but I can’t touch what I see

We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong

Open up your eyes shut your mouth and see that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me

Tell me something, you don’t know nothing, just pretend you you

Choose your words cause there’s no antidote for this curse

I’m selfish, I know, I told you but I know you never listen

Why won’t you ever be the first one to break

Even my phone misses your call by the way

Why won’t you ever say what you want to say

Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too, but you, you never do

I’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky

Lovin’ is the antidote

You don’t have to say you love me I just wanna tell you somethin’ lately you’ve been on my mind

I’d walk through fire for you just let me adore you like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do

Can’t you see I could but I wouldn’t stay

I confess I can tell that you’re at your best. I’m selfish so I’m hating it

What am I now? What if i am someone I don’t wanna around?

Do you think it’s easy being of the jealous type?

You’ll win, it’s just a trick, and this is it so I’m sorry

I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry

He takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away, and not telling his mates, he wouldn’t know what to say

She’s the first one that I see and I don’t why I don’t know who she is

I’ve got your face hung up high in a gallery I love this shade sunflower

Staring at the calling two weeks and I’ll be home

I don’t need all the answers, feeling good in my skin I just keep on dancin’

Put a prince on emotion I’m looking for something to buy

You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes

You sunshine, you temptress, my hand’s at risk, I fold

Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you

We’ll be fine line, we’ll be alright

jalboyhenthusiast

“like the first time met you at your doorstep remember how we tasted” is about kissing harry goodbye after they spent two weeks together at his dads bungalow and i won’t be taking any criticism thank you

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i think brits have the wrong idea about people making fun of them for their food. everyone has weird and bad or just odd food. brits spent centuries claiming they had a moral superiority over every other culture and staked their colonial claim on half the world by taking their food and spices, and still ended up with the atrocious mess we see today. its different