#9.4.2022

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Louis Tomlinson, LTWT22: Zurich [9.4.2022] 📸 theneeza

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Not that it’s anyone’s business, but I’ve gotten asks, so here it is.

These photos were taken outside the Dolder Grand Hotel in Zurich in April 2022. via @dreamings-free

Louis had his LTWT concert in Zurich on 9 April 2022. He probably took photos with fans around this time. (Photos were posted later.)

It makes sense that the pen in his IG story from the Dolder Grand Hotel was from this time in Zurich— coinciding with his concert. It’s a popular pen!

[murderous-coffeebean]

The lights of Ankh-Morpork

Meeting Vimes in the Literal Gutter, illuminated by the magical colorful bar lights opposite the Watch House in Guards! Guards! vs. Vimes with Sybil and Vetinari, at home and in the moonlight

Sam Vimes, Lady Sybil Ramkin and Lord Vetinari (Discworld) © Terry Pratchett / art © Murderous-Coffeebean

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Louis Tomlinson fan edit, LTWT22: Zurich [9.4.2022] via idksarina on TikTok

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Louis Tomlinson, LTWT22: Zurich [9.4.2022] 📸 live.incolour

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Louis Tomlinson, LTWT22: Zurich [9.4.2022] 📸 theneeza

[comatose-erection]

breathing like my mother.

I am carrying a sadness that comes from mourning. A death of something in my life that was both a source of happiness and security, but also a cause for tension and unnatural indifference. It was a necessary death, but the pain and sadness that comes with is not- or no, it’s necessary for such an occasion but I wish it would dissipate faster. And so when my mind decides to involuntarily replay how you took one last look at me before saying goodbye, - in that way that I could tell you were trying to etch every last detail of me in because you knew once you stepped out that door, the bond between us would begin to callous over and never be the same.. and how you allowed your eyes to well up with tears, as if they were the last gifts you’d bestow me of your tender love- I cannot help but heave a deep sigh. Breathe it out. Extinguish the thought. Resurface from the dark. I cannot help the sound that escapes me every time. It’s a dragged out “ha” sound. It is like the remnants of a scream from my deepest self that’s bounced off the walls of my cathedral heart, only to escape my body as a wispy wind. And while it is a new sound that only occurs when the waves of my emotions become too turbulent to suppress, it is familiar.

My mother would heave these sighs constantly. Up until I moved out, they were how she breathed. I wonder what great sadness she was mourning. 

[prosy-days]

April 9, 2022 - Day 294

Made some adorable new friends at the California Academy of Sciences!