I’d say 95% of [my songs] are autobiographical, yeah. And then sometimes… a song like Happier, for instance, is an experience I’ve experienced but it wasn’t necessarily in New York on that specific street seeing someone outside. But you know, it was like, sometimes I’ll draw from things I have experienced and then create a scenario where it, um, I don’t know, it’s a bit more… ‘song.’ Yeah. 'Cause everything that’s in that song happened over the course of like four years rather than one specific moment. So I think it’s, yeah, it’s better to have an artistic license with stuff like that.
“I think there’s enough mean stuff on the internet that keeps you grounded, I think. Every day I wake up and read something that puts me down, so I think that keeps you grounded.” – Ed Sheeran, March 22, 2017.
Aaron has been waiting so long to be his own man. Be an adult. Grow up. He was getting a bit left behind what with Adam and Vic being all grown and domestic. Say what you want about Robert. But knowing him and loving him has given Aaron that independence and courage to strike out on his own. Without Paddy or Chas hovering behind him to catch when he falls. Mr Sugden is Aaron's bravest and most mature incarnation.
a/n: im still so excited that this is happening. also, for the dates and such, they’re just to show how long they’ve been dating, and some of them are like season sensitive. so just like ignore the fact that soon it’ll be like july of this year. also also, i just gave y/n’s family a hometown that i just pulled out of my ass bc it would be easier than trying to have a fill in so.
this is still kind of short i’m sorry. i had writer’s block i was at a loss for what to write :((
so don’t call me baby unless you mean it don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it so let me know the truth before i dive right into you
-shawn’s pov- 1 month in
“-And I swear to got milk flew everywhere.”
She laughs, a beautifully genuine laugh, one that’s started to play in my head before i fall asleep. Her coffee mug is still loosely held in her both of her hands, her elbows resting on the table, her bouncing foot tapping my leg every once in a while. She takes a deep breath to try and calm her giggles, but she’s still smiling when she brings her mug to her lips. “So do you miss them? Your family?”
“Yeah, of course I do.” Her brows furrow, waiting for him to continue. “I love New York so much, I really do. But of course I miss them, how could I not.” I take a sip of my coffee and she gives me a sad smile and reaches one hand to rest over mine. I flip my hand over and rub my thumb along her knuckles. She smiles and focuses her attention on our intertwined hands. That look comes over her eyes, and it’s only been a month, but I know what it means. She chews on her lip and she loses herself in a thought, what it is I don’t know, and I’m not ready to ask. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. She shakes her head and blinks hard, coming back down to earth.
“Sorry,” she laughs. “That was probably a stupid question. Of course you miss your family. How could you not?”