#try-hood

[spidormen]

It's 11:12 and i just cried watching inside out..

omg i cried so much when i first saw that film

anonymously tell me what time it is and what you’re thinking

[otpmalum]

try-hood

Omgomgomg Kristen is so amazing and rad and her wrITING IS on point 10/10 would recommend you follow 

Send me someone’s url & I’ll talk about them

[spidormen]

DUDE I LOVE MURRAY AS WELL

YES OMG HES AMAZING ISNT HE

[kllingboys]

T and z?

T - try-hood 

And i don’t have any fave blogs starting with Z :( 

Send me a letter and i’ll tell you my favourite blog/s starting with that letter

[qpollos]

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im v v thankful for all the friends ive made on here. i love u all v much and uve got a lil space in my heart. all of u r always so lovely and i always wish we were friends irl. and ure all really cool n nice and fun to talk to. and i want to get sappy today. thanks for everything. much love 😘

[kllingboys]

“ try-hood said: WRITE STRIPPER CALUM! I AM BEGGING YOU! but then take your time lol. i love you anyway :*” 

I will! But it won’t be as good as your Calum writing :/ I love you more 

[silkyjk]

Column 😏

pls

tell me who you ship me with (celebs, tumblr users, anyone)

[qpollos]

Empty

A/N: kimi made a calum imagine yayyy okay so i’m pretty proud of this one and i like so i hope you guys do too :) and i wanna dedicate this to try-hood​ kristen ilysm and reppingirwin​ lmao here it is hilary 

Empty.

That seemed to be the only word he knew that could fit how he felt. It’s been a week since he broke it off with you; he thought it was what he wanted, but it proved to be the biggest mistake he’s ever made.

“Listen, y/n, there’s no easy way to say this, but I think it would be best if we,” he had to pause and swallow the lump in his throat. Looking at you hurt because he could see in your eyes you knew where this was going. No. He had to do this. “-it would be best if we you know, broke up?”

“What?”

You’d only spoken one word, but it was all he had to hear to know he definitely broke your heart, and he’s never felt more of an asshole than in this moment.

“I just think we should start seeing different people. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore-“

“-it’s just that you’re not in love with me anymore. I get it, Cal, and if you want me to go, I will.”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna be the girl that hold you back. I’m not selfish, Calum; and I don’t want to be in the way of your chance at happiness.”

You were gone in a couple of hours.

He stared at the nearly empty bottle of vodka in his hand, swirling it around and watching the liquid spin as if it were a time machine and he could go back treat you the way he should have; love you the way he should have.

His cheeks were stained with tears and he watched fresh ones drop onto the carpet beneath his feet. Fuck; you chose that carpet. He hated that the flat had so many things that reminded you of him; the socks you left in the wash the day you left, the dent in the kitchen tiles where you dropped a plate because he surprised you by coming home from tour early, his favorite shirt (that you got him) in the closet, the baby maltese you guys got because he’d begged for a dog for hours on end, all the voicemails you’d ever sent to him (that he replayed the previous night).

He shook his head taking one last swig from the bottle of vodka; leaving it as empty as he was.