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About me, a short summary

lazy af

tired af

lonely af

thirsty af

thank u for ur attention

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ulwenna

averagefairy

i like to push my body to the limit but not in the healthy living way more like in the how much pasta can i eat before im unable to physically move way

#this is me

iamsensitive

ZAYN SWITCHES FROM “I’M SO BADASS AND INTIMIDATING AS FUCK DON’T MESS WITH ME MY GOOD LOOKS WILL DESTROY YOU” TO “I AM SOFT AND CUDDLY LIKE STUFFED BEAR” IN LIKE 2 NANOSECONDS

calamitymichael

its because he has niall beside him and niall makes everything better for him.

niall is zayns happiness

bradfordbuttfuck

NIALL

MAKES

ZAYN

SO

FUCKING

HAPPY

YOU DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND

mediocrechick

#yassss #ships of all ships

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‘And it was Niall Horan who lapped up most of the attention [at the BBC Awards], as he arrived in quite the city chic ensemble, consisting of a satin off-white jacket and tight black jeans.’

#duh thats daddy

grownthot

a girl can respect herself and still wanna suck a dude soul out

#yes #yes she can

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when you finish an essay and you know its bad

essay:

#currently

fukalltimelow

Apparently Luke and Calum joined a band with Harry and Zayn?

#awesummmmmm #but really doe

elceeu2morrow

Harry on the Jonathan Ross show (x)

#inches

kingzayndaily

Zayn in New York City 11/11

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“My white neighbor thought I was breaking into my own apartment. Nineteen cops showed up.”

On Sept. 6, I locked myself out of my apartment in Santa Monica, Calif. I was in a rush to get to my weekly soccer game, so I decided to go enjoy the game and deal with the lock afterward.

A few hours and a visit from a locksmith later, I was inside my apartment and slipping off my shoes when I heard a man’s voice and what sounded like a small dog whimpering outside, near my front window. I imagined a loiterer and opened the door to move him along. I was surprised to see a large dog halfway up the staircase to my door. I stepped back inside, closed the door and locked it.

I heard barking. I approached my front window and loudly asked what was going on. Peering through my blinds, I saw a gun. A man stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointing it at me. I stepped back and heard: “Come outside with your hands up.” I thought: This man has a gun and will kill me if I don’t come outside. At the same time, I thought: I’ve heard this line from policemen in movies. Although he didn’t identify himself, perhaps he’s an officer.

I left my apartment in my socks, shorts and a light jacket, my hands in the air. “What’s going on?” I asked again. Two police officers had guns trained on me. They shouted: “Who’s in there with you? How many of you are there?”

I told the officers I didn’t want them in my apartment. I said they had no right to be there. They entered anyway. One pulled me, hands behind my back, out to the street. The neighbors were watching. Only then did I notice the ocean of officers. I counted 16. They still hadn’t told me why they’d come.

Read the full story here.

This is terrifying. This story touched me profoundly … It happened in a place five hours from where I live. I can’t imagine what it would be like to open my door to 19 cops with guns drawn and not know why. I feel like our society is becoming like a nation under the Nazis. I, like many others, can’t understand why this is happening. Why are the police terrorizing our country like this?