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I’ve been informed that some random anti is claiming I’m no longer a larrie just because I’m no longer online, so I thought I’d pop in to let everyone know that I’m larry af til the day I die. There isn’t a thing in this world that will convince Harry and Louis were never together, and I absolutely still believe they’re together now. This has been a PSA. Just didn’t want to leave anyone unsure where my head’s at. 

That said, this is pretty much absolutely goodbye. I love you guys lots, and I won’t delete my blog, and hell, maybe way down the line I’ll come back on. However, I just don’t see that as likely. I have to say that the tumblr culture is just not something I can see myself wanting to be a part of again.

A part of me is screaming not to post this. Just to leave it be and let my blog sit stagnant, leave me with the potential to come back one day like nothing ever happened and explain away my absence as “life got busy” - but a bigger part of me feels that that’s just not right. This blog has been such a big chapter of my life, I cannot leave it open ended. I won’t.

There are certainly many great people online, from my followers to my friends, who I am so grateful to have gotten to chat with and know. But, in recent months this environment as a whole has become very toxic to me. I’ve seen so many people who are unwilling to listen to any opinion but that of the majority, and moreso, they persecute those who think differently. I’ve seen friends of mine be cut down by people they thought they were close with, all because they weren’t falling in line with the main reasoning people had to explain things like babygate. I’ve seen people I considered to be my friends throw away that friendship on a dime. 

I urge everyone to remember that listening to an opinion you do not agree with is not a bad thing. Being friends with someone who doesn’t believe the same things as you is not a bad thing. If you put aside your difference of belief you can learn and grow from each other. If you surround yourself with only people who parrot what you say, or vice versa, then it is incredibly difficult to expand on your beliefs or arguments. I say this to larries and antis alike, plus anyone who falls in between. The fandom divisions have got to stop. It does no one any good.

Beyond that, I think everyone should carefully consider the implications of babygate debunking. Do I think there’s a baby? Fuck if I know. Some days I lean to yes, other days I lean to no. I have heard that Freddie was added to the California census, and that shit isn’t easily faked. I saw the posts comparing pics of him to a doll, which seems somewhat compelling, and at the same time not near compelling enough considering baby faces are generally rather similar to me. My point remains though, that none of us can say with absolute certainty that there isn’t a child’s life here. As such, I think it’s straight up wrong to continue to make posts about Freddie being fake. We just don’t know. If you believe absolutely that he is not real then there is no harm in refraining from making anymore posts on the topic until the denial. This is the most effective way of minimizing the pain we may cause if it turns out there IS a real baby.

Please do not take this post to be accusatory, or to be self-righteous. I in no way hold myself apart from this community. I do not claim to have been removed from the two issues I’ve taken with fandom that are outlined above. I just would like my final post on here to be honest. This is how I feel. Leaving here I feel bittersweet about everything. I love y’all to death, but I can’t pretend to be full of nothing but good partings in the wake of some of the stuff I’ve witnessed.

Other parting notes: Yes I think Briana and the family are horrible. Yes I still think Louis and Harry are together. No I don’t think Louis and Harry ever broke up or cheated on each other. Yes I think Harry is going to have a solo album. Yes I think 1D will come back from their hiatus. No I don’t think Zayn and 1D hate each other. Yes I love Zayn. Yes I love OT4. Yes I love OT5. Yes I am happy to have gotten to interact with all you guys. Yes I will miss you. Yes I love you guys. Yes, all of you guys, even the ones I ended on bad terms with. No I’m not tearing up right now. Okay, yes I am tearing up right now.

And to quote 1D: “We had some good times didn’t we? We wore our hearts out on our sleeves. Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end.”

Always in my heart, Larry and Larries. Yours sincerely, Jay.

anonymous asked:

Hello, so I find that it's easier to talk to someone I don't know personally, but I was recently diagnosed with a tumor on my left side and it's really freaking me out and I don't know what to do. All I can do now is worry.

Let me tell you a story about my first convention. I was 15 when I was there, and I wasn’t in a good state. I had a “friend” who I didn’t feel safe with, and a huge problem with loving myself. I was there, and I found a person who felt really bad, so we ended up sitting in the hallway and just talking. I got to hear her problems with self hate and fear of food, and I told her about the mess that was my life when I was 15. When we have sat there for a while, two people walk up to us and sit down with us. One of the girls were bald, but I just though it was for cosplay, so I didn’t question it too much. The other person seems to be keeping an eye on her, as if she was the most fragile flower. The girl listens to everything that we say ang gives advices and helps me to get the enough courage to actually tell my friend that threatening to cut my throat in my sleep didn’t make her cool or edgy, but stupid.

We talk to the deep of the night, until she tells us that she have to go, because it’s a long day tomorrow. We ask her what she will do tomorrow and she gives us a small, sad smile before saying that she has a major operation tomorrow, one that has a big risk to kill her. But even with all that, she had sat down with us and helped us, and she seemed so sweet and grown up, despite only being a couple of years older than us.

We ask her why. Why did she talk to us, one of the last nights she could be free? And she smiled and said that it was nice to help, because it made her feel like she wasn’t useless and hopeless, but actually could make a difference. She was actually the reason to why I managed to let go of that “friend” and realize that I was better than to be her beat-bag

I never knew her name, or what happened to her, but she taught me a great thing: That bad things will happen, and sometimes it feels like you’re hopeless and useless, that the problems are so great. But that doesn’t mean that no one need you, and that you can’t make a difference. Maybe one in your family, one of your closest friends, and maybe; just a stranger on a convention floor.

Your life isn’t over as long as you have hope, and it’s OK to be scared, but don’t stop living your life because of it.  

You can do it. You don’t have to do it alone, you have friends and family and me, but you can do it.

I know that you can.