Here I am
Angela. 15. Fashionista. Libra. Dreamer. Idealist. Hopeless romantic. Belieber. Swifty. Directioner.
I like things in my ask box.
Fanfics in The Story of Us:)
I like things in my ask box.
Fanfics in The Story of Us:)
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Larry shippers, we’re only getting stronger these past nine months, management can’t stop us now.
And please give me the links, gifs, pics for all three kisses in Chicago?
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Yesterday, the day that we get the best Larry action in over a week
was also Louis’ and Eleanor’s “anniversary of 9 months”
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Let's be honest, this is a Larry Stylinson blog.: Days of Our Feels: Windy City Edition
Good lord what a lot of drama lately… we have the interview from Toronto, the comment by Louis about “true” fans, and a whole lot of kissing?
First, the interview. They asked for “controversial” questions and they got the biggest one of all. Can I just say that I LOVE how Louis pretends to be so…
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Smile, you're beautiful :): I ship Larry. A whole freaking lot. And definitely as more than a bromance.
A lot of us do.
But seriously guys, calm the hate towards Eleanor.
Yes, it’s possible that she could be a beard.
However, it’s also possible that she might not be
(however unlikely that is).We ship Larry. And we are like 99.999999% sure that it’s real. But yes, there is always that small…
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Pressuring them won’t do any good.
Forcing them will not be beneficial. Just let them go with it. Let them explore. Maybe they’re still in a stage wherein they are just finding out who they really are. It’s part of growing up.
I believe they’re already mature enough to be told what to do. It is not for us to tell for them to come out or anything. We’re just here to support and hope for the best :)
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rant
You forgot my birthday.
It’s really not just that, it’s everything and you frustrated me to no end so I’m going to start with you forgetting my birthday. You knew when’s my birthday, you even asked me right before it, then you ignored all of my attempts to make plans, and you had the guts to come ask me why I wanted to hang out, after you’ve spent all day with your friends, drinking. And you had the guts to say you’ve thought if inviting me too.
You made me so happy, I was floating on cloud nine. All my friends saw the difference.
You were even my muse, you inspired so many things, outfits, writings…Came December and everything seemed good again, it was just Christmas, wasn’t it. You said those words that had me falling asleep with a smile on my face for the very first time. At least I had a blissful Christmas is how I reassure myself, the truth was, I was unbeknownst. You sent me that new year’s text, and I forgave you for not replying to my texts during Christmacoy the sweet words made me content, you ignored me again that very night.
And what I’ve mentioned is just about the primary version of world history.
All the times I tried to keep you away were because I knew, you weren’t treating me right. It were so damn hard because you’re the rare person that gets me. You know me better than I know myself and you don’t even have to try. I doubt you did too.
The one thing you never understood was my silence, the only I have against you. Whatever you thought it meant, you never knew it was hurt. So now I give up, maybe we’ll relearn the boundaries, maybe we won’t bother, because for all wrong reasons, you were right.
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Fandoms are special. We squeal, freak out, and cry together. One day in the future, you might just be working in your 9-to-5 office, lazing away the day. Something will spark in your memory, and you’ll type in that familiar URL. The blogs you never unfollowed will be untouched and pristine on your dash. Many of your friends have grown up as well, but you still can’t help but look at all the people you used to talk to all those years ago. Things will come flooding back, and you’ll remember those years spent on your computer, laughing and yelling and agreeing as people just went crazy. You’ll remember those nights you spent up all night with your friend, talking about the traits of a certain character, or how great it would be if this or that happened. You’ll recall those awesome blogs you always admired. You’ll feel a brief moment of nostalgia. You’ll click back to your dash- it’s empty now. Without a moment’s hesitation, you’ll go and type out, “Hey, is anyone out there?”, and just like all those years ago, you’ll eagerly await a response.
(Source: ironinkpen, via colfaaagron)
