#3.16.13

[falloutboyfan18]

Patrick Stump

[daysundercover]

manchester date??

Oh anon, have a I got a treat for you!

Have you never heard of March 16th, 2013?

Harry went to go see Manchester United play. He posted this on his Instagram:

and this

And everyone thought Harry was there by himself...but BUT....not quite:

We then get a sneaky picture by a fan showing both Harry and Louis at the match (see Harry’s shirt). 

In conclusion, the Manchester Date. 

[falloutboyfan18]

Patrick Stump

[falloutboyfan18]

Patrick Stump and Joe Trohman

[falloutboyfan18]

Fall out boy

[falloutboyfan18]

Fall out boy

[daysundercover]

When did you go from I think they were together/but not anymore/i'm partly convinced to being solidly convinced? It's been rough since since 2013. There were good moments, but if I would have came in any later than I did I don't know how convinced I'd be that they were together. Although, there has been a few things that balanced things out a bit.

When I was looking through evidence I saw the love there. Those looks are intense! In 2013 what made me say "that’s it 'no more proof needed'” hence the tag lol, were a couple different moments. 

March 16th 2013

WWA Tour Press Conference

Jimmy Kimmel Scavenger Hunt

#dickmatized

This beautiful moment

Harry and Louis MIA in LA in August and then coming back to the This Is Us press conference looking so happy and content. (Harry in this is so out of it lol)

Serenading “Little Things” to each other…fml

The AMA’s 2013 (I saw this happen live on my tv and I almost died!)

And of course

[randomcrapiwrote]

march shit

tues 3/11

when i was working on this paper, i heard an eminem song, fight night, where he starts out the song explaining that you can control people with music, and he creates a fight. It made me wonder if Eminem is one of those people who should have been a guardian but he wasn't educated properly and now he uses the gold in him to get what his desires want. Because he has some really deep revelations in his lyrics sometimes.

tues 3/11

look up differences and similarities between the diseases of the day, like gram positive and facultative anaerobe

wed 3/12

I wanna write these thoughts down because I'm really happy, and i wanna remember what makes me happy for when I'm not. Im smoking my Black cigars again. I was listening to Chance music. I was walking. I finished most of my homework but hey! i can read for philosophy. so i should do that while Grace is awake.

fri 3/15

TOnight I'm just really sad. Its my first night since last tues of not being somewhat intoxicated. But that's not it, amazingly. Tonight I'm staying at patrick's house, my patrick, not emilys. apparently he's too good to talk to me anyway. that's fine. I need him but apparently i can live without. Anyway. His mother is so overprotective of him, and his parents are so nice, and his family is so rich. i never realized i really am white trash until this point. I thought my house was nice. i knew it was small. i never realized how much nicer like the Axmanns and the Kirschners had it, how much bigger their houses were and more expensive the food they bought, and clothes they wore, and how much stuff they could just get. and now i just feel stupid and poor and worthless. my family doesn't really give a shit where i am or what I'm doing or how I'm doing. not compared to patricks family. him and his sister are adopted, too. so, that makes it all much much better. not only did his parents want kids badly enough they went and got them and now smother them in love, mine never wanted us and still don't really. that's always a really wonderful realization to have. and i have to stay in this kids house for an entire weekend, or two, and all i can think about is fucking him. that's nice. thats real nice. very classy. but i can't really help it. its stupid as hell. and i really don't have anything in common with these guys. one, they're all apparently way more loaded and educated than me. even andrew. two, i am a really bad person. three, they are not. none of them are. they're all overwhelmingly nice and polite and respectful and shit. now i just wanna be patricks girlfriend bc i see all the benefits, in addition to his dick (lets just be blunt, ig). i could come stay at his house. i could ttly forsake my family. these people could feed me delicious fruits and sandwiches all day. i could deal w that. i would have to give up smoking, and probs drinking as well, and id have to kiss partying goodbye, but actually no. i wouldn't be fucking living here. but i suppose when you have a bf you have to actually hang out with him instead of smoking weed and avoiding people and going to parties to observe and people watch and get ttly wastyfaced. i don't want a bf who's a hardcore partier, like josh - i can't keep up with that kid - but Patrick's too good. his life is too good for me to come along and fuck up. not that he wanted me too anyway, so i need to just be polite and keep my distance and not be stupid. thats why i can't smoke or drink around him bc who knows what id do. I'm a fucktard. I'm fucking stupid. and fat. and ugly. and definitely not attractive. and unloveable, apparently. you know who the perfect bf would be? fucking chance. but no, yesterday he kept telling me about how i didn't just get friend zoned, i got fucking sister zoned. like, what the actual fuck. he was all like, yeah usually boy - girl friendships end up turning into something but ours never did, and now i just look at you as my sister and it was like he was ripping my heart out, but thats fine. i don't have one anyway. it really doesn't matter. and i want edmund to like me but apparently I'm too pussy for him. and you know, the whole looking like an ingrown hair on a horses vagina doesn't help all that much. so that's fine. that's cool. i didn't need anyone to like me anyway. i apparently don't need any friends. i know now that i have chance, and i always will. and he will always be there if i need him. its just admitting that i need him that's the real issue. and i just want someone, anyone to like me. is it that too much to ask for? i don't think it is. i think that maybe God just fucking hates me and he torments me just for his fucked up amusement, and i think everyones stupid and the world is awful and i fucking hate everything and everyone, but i can't because there are things and people that i really love and that just means that i actually possess a heart, and maybe a soul, and those aren't things i can deal with right now. I'm so dead inside. i just don't care anymore. this is why i fucking smoke so much weed. fuck saving money. fuck drug tests. fuck a summer job if i don't get the one at bamford or they give me a piss test. i fucking need something to help me deal. i should probs just suck it the fuck up and go to the counselor, but that's wimpy, and weed is so much more fun and I'm betting it makes you a hell of a lot happier. fucking weed. fucking life. i just want to die. i really do. at least if I'm dead I'm not responsible for all this shit. i won't have to deal with all this bullshit and i sure as fuck won't have to care.