#5.11.15

[brianajungwirththrowbacks]

May 11, 2015

Briana with Louis, Ashley, Oli, Calvin and Liam at Snoop Dogg’s album launch!

[brianajungwirththrowbacks]

May 11, 2015

Briana was papped with Louis, Oli & Ashley, they were leaving Snoop Dogg’s album launch in LA!

[sslarrysettingsail]

I just realized that Louis and Briana posing for The Sun as they walked out of the club last year and these newest pics of Louis and Danielle in Mexico from TMZ were both taken on May 11th, one year apart. How weird.

[inhale-fire]

That piece of advice that says to not hinge your happiness on another 
I guess I appreciate the message but it never sat quite right 
I can’t understand its flowery suggestion of a juvenile fight we fought fearlessly when so many face fearfully the same twisted plight 
A delight is what they’ll call your experiences based on appearances 
This they thought they might manage meaninglessly to give their opinion on a situation because surely they must be right 
At head height I view vulnerably this sad sight, this mirror; yet staring back at me are eyes of terror
rarer are the times when I’m the bearer of an honest smile 
Because it's through this plaster smile I file my anxieties as they rile and roar in my head like a coffin carelessly filled with thoughts scoffing at who I am
Maybe if I could change myself, a last try at self help, just maybe my brain might stop trying to hang itself
Whether now or never my emotions shift tether 
Yet never has it ever looked like the person I’d be happy going to bed with each night 
It’s not glorification or the suggestion that it’s the right way to view oneself 
Just a message of my own struggle, 
a sea to me but for others a shallow puddle 
a child’s muddle as they scuttle with the events of their second grade homeroom 
This they’ll assume but forget pain is relative. In relativity, each night my ceiling sheds drops of red
But never wholly will it fill my room, but scarcely sufficient so solely, I feel the depression of deep drowning, 
It’s Downing my words in a body of sound Pounding on my ears with the words of every downing comment pattering on the windows, waking me up from delusions of me actually mattering 
Rebounding off my walls with a resounding, deafening pounding, rounding the anxiety into bunches of numbing punches 
How can I be told to find happiness, in words of pretentious sappiness, when my brain wants to hang itself 
That’s why I look for happiness in loving others 
It’s not listening to all the mothers who pressure you to find love 
A dove is just a pigeon 
A decision you should be allowed to make whenever despite the words of this shitty tether telling you whether or never you’ll find your happiness 
but screw all this anxiety crappiness 
They want to tell you self love is a struggle but leave it at that 
So there you’re sat with some fake deep crap, listening to the pat pat pat of the faucet tap 
But it’s a trap, love, a series of relapse My kneecaps are unscratched but I’m not unscathed my mind's pathed by the anxieties that scream self hate 
I begin to think that maybe it's my too high expectations 
When suddenly I feel the revibrations from every past mistake flashing retakes but it’s too late 
It’s not fate just the bashing bait of self hate 
Don't mind my attempt to mediate my struggles But please don’t get this poem twisted Simply, listed, are the anxious whispers rebounded in the walls of my head begging to be said

[pensierifuggenti-blog]

Mi manchi e per sentirti più vicino bacio il ciondolo di infinito che mi hai regalato tu, non posso fare a meno di pensare quando lo mettevamo fra le nostre labbra mentre facevamo l'amore, dando un senso a quell'infinito.

[twoghostsau]

You done fucked me up now Harry... Again..

And this time all it took was four freaking words and a period. 

[birdonahotdog]

[suitsdirection]

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