amazing boyfriend

What I find funny is when people tell me:
‘The person you’re with is not good enough for you’
'You deserve better’
'They’re not even attractive’
Okay well that’s what YOU see. What I see is someone who makes me feel so special in this world. Someone who picks me up when I’m down. Someone who can make me laugh when I don’t even want to smile. Someone who tells me how important I am to them constantly and how much they love me. Someone who is so fucking attractive to me, not just in looks, but in personality. You may not see what I see, but I could care less; because all that matters is I see it. And that’s enough for me.
—  Dominik Fox (@highprick)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

The Only Thing Worth Remembering About From 2015: the rebirth of “Larry Stylinson” & watching them rise.

Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly "damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)“ - Rolling Stone Magazine (2015)