Can we collectively agree not to taint this tribute with daily mail and daily star and daily lying whatever and their stupid agenda because it seems they’re unable to grasp what last night was about and have no idea who Louis William Tomlinson is
the subtle theory is being confirmed before our own eyes
me: haha wouldn’t it be great if dan and phil are in a relationship and instead of being upfront and saying so they slowly become more comfortable and domestic on camera until it’d common knowledge they’re an item
dan and phil: *start slowly becoming more comfortable and domestic on camera*
“You can talk to a babe, ye ken,” she said suddenly, breaking into my thought. “Really talk, I mean. Ye can tell them anything, no matter how foolish it would sound did ye say it to a soul could understand ye.”
“Oh. You heard him, then?” I asked. She nodded, eyes on the curve of Katherine’s cheek, where the tiny dark lashes lay against the fair skin, eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Aye. Ye shouldna worrit yourself,” she added, smiling gently at me. “It isna that he feels he canna talk to you; he knows he can. But it’s different to talk to a babe that way. It’s a person; ye ken that you’re not alone. But they dinna ken your words, and ye don’t worry a bit what they’ll think of ye, or what they may feel they must do. You can pour out your heart to them wi’out choosing your words, or keeping anything back at all— and that’s a comfort to the soul.”
She spoke matter-of-factly, as though this were something that everyone knew. I wondered whether she spoke that way often to her child. The generous wide mouth, so like her brother’s, lifted slightly at one side.
“It’s the way ye talk to them before they’re born,” she said softly. “You’ll know?”
I placed my hands gently over my belly, one atop the other, remembering.