Haven’t drawn Payno in a hot minute but here’s a few stuff I’ve done. Here’s Liam as a critter, he’s got Maine coon eyes and tail. (Get it? Liam Maine)
I also have this art of him when the boys were vampires
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Haven’t drawn Payno in a hot minute but here’s a few stuff I’ve done. Here’s Liam as a critter, he’s got Maine coon eyes and tail. (Get it? Liam Maine)
I also have this art of him when the boys were vampires
Liam Payne Memorial- Cathedral Gardens, Manchester, England.
(pic is mine </3)
someone check on erin dougal. is she ok
Wasn’t a fan of his anymore, but he was still someone I grew up watching and admiring in One Direction. This is a different kind of hurt. The One Direction to Formula One fan pipeline is real, so I know I’m not the only one affected
For the last two days, this is all I could think about.
The videos, the songs, the moments, the concerts seen online. The cartoons, the movies, the posters I collected, now resting in my closet, far from home. The drawings I lost, the photos once printed, the covered notebooks, the pins, the rubber bracelets, the t-shirts that no longer fit as I grew. The sting of separation, the weight of farewells, broken promises, and a complicated adulthood. I often say the past doesn't exist in the present, but it’s all I cling to today. Because I'm blind. Part of me hurts, wishing it was just a bad joke, that he's still there, laughing off such bleak news.
The memories I hold onto are the ones that keep him alive in my heart. My experience with One Direction is sacred to me, a gift life gave me at a time when I needed it most. They were, are, and will always be a part of a band that saved me emotionally, that strengthened, helped, and supported me. I don't know how to thank him or the band enough. I hope life lets me meet him, so I can express what his music meant to me, how his lyrics resonated in my life.
I was nine when I first discovered One Direction, not knowing they would become my emotional support by the time I was eleven. They have been, and still are, the biggest part of my heart and soul. They were there through my best and worst days. Losing one of them feels like losing a piece of my soul. We grew up together, and though adulthood brought its complexities, it will never change the love I have for them. This man kept them together for as long as he could.
My adult self is mourning, but the little girl and teenager inside me, she’s crawling on a floor of knives, her eyes red, her body wounded. She only wishes to wake up from this nightmare. She never got to see them live, let alone see him alive. She’s shattered, and because of that, I’m devastated. My condolences go out to his family. May he rest in peace.
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[and i'll still see it, until i die, you're the loss of my life]
[where do broken hearts go?]
ITS BEEN A YEAR NOW LIAM JOKES OVER PLEASE COME BACK AND OUT OF YOUR CAVE
I genuinely can't cope unless it's me pretending that he's still alive and just in intense rehab.
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— 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍: One Direction
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