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Harry's helped so many publicly & if it weren't for Louis... he'd probably be the one to help me feel safe. But Louis didn't wave a flag while prancing around on stage... instead he saw me trying to hide a LGBT+ pin I had on after being talked bad about on a night out & he sat besides me & I swear these words are tattooed on right on my skin where my heart beats... they'll stick w/ me forever but he said "Be proud, love. You're strong & part of such a beautiful & strong community... be proud" +

+I didn’t know who he was at the time yet god I just hugged him and cried to his chest. He held me then pulled back and said “Love wins, always. These fuckers will eventually know, yeah love?” I just remember nodding and thanking him for helping me and he said “we’ve got to always be strong. Always.” He left soon after that after making sure I was safe. A girl sitting next to me told me who he was. I came out to everyone i love the next day. Became a fan ever since. I’m just a boy who’s so in+

+ love with Louis. He’s helped me become who I am. This happened only a couple of months ago. Maybe he thought I was a fan and even tho I wasn’t back then I’m the biggest now. & I’ll be front stage and central when he starts touring waving the flag MY MOMMA bought me and wearing the pin I consider by biggest treasure. Shirtless with my tattoo being out. Because I am proud. I am strong. And I owe it all to LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON. ❤️

I thought you were a good person but you messed up and you used me and you still don’t remember when my birthday is and you never even knew my middle name. And you tricked me into thinking you wanted the same things as me and you acted like you cared about what I was doing on the weekends and how my sister’s classes were but I don’t think you really cared about anything at all. And there’s a lot I should have said to you but the only thing I want you to know now is that none of that was okay but I am.
Some people say that you know you love someone if you start thinking about a future with them. But I think that if you really love someone you don’t think about the future at all. I think that how much you like someone is directly related to how little you think about any kinds of consequences. Like if I really like you and I’m having fun with you at a bar, I won’t even think about how hungover I’m going to be at work the next day or what my friends are going to say about you. Some people take it so far that they get tattoos of their girlfriends, or take the fall for their boyfriends drugs, or follow their significant other to college. And some people will stay up 4 hours past their bedtime talking to you the night before their LSAT. The point is that when we care about someone enough, we sometimes don’t think. We don’t think about tomorrow, or next week, and we definitely don’t think about 3 years from now. And maybe it’s better that way because maybe in the future we’re married or maybe I’m crying over you on the kitchen floor. The beauty is that in that moment, we don’t know and it doesn’t matter.
AN ODE TO FANFICTION WRITERS:

FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD FANFIC CONSUMER

Here’s to the newbies just starting out, the ones discovering their ability to twist and bend plots, characters and places to their will for the first time,

To the old faithfuls, who have kids at home and a full-time job but somehow still find the time to make us forget for a while,  

To the students who publish one-shots and sagas in-between study sessions,

To the ones who posted that one fic years ago and have since moved on, but whose story meant (and still means) so much to so many readers,  

To those of you who publish short, little things that pack the emotional punch of a freight train,

To the ones who update faithfully, and to the ones who don’t,

To the ones who weave lyrics into their stories, and the ones who deal in nothing but angst,

To those who don’t write in their native language, 

To the brave ones who do it despite their fear of rejection or criticism, 

To the ones who like to write with their friends, and the ones who do it alone because their friends wouldn’t understand, 

To the ones who spend hours researching in order to to make their world as real as possible, 

To to the poets and novelists and essayists and dreamers:  

Every single one of you is precious.  

You, along with all the other fandom artists and creators, lift us up and give us hope.  You make us laugh, you make us cry, you make us think and question and wonder.  You help us escape, sometimes, when we need it most.  You bring the unimaginable to life, you translate lofty words into ones we can smell, hear and taste, and you continually encourage and inspire us.  You’re wonderful and powerful and courageous and so, so loved, even if we aren’t always the best at letting you know it.  So this is for those of you with empty comment sections, with a concerning lack of kudos/likes/favs/bookmarks. Your stories make a difference, and they always will.  

So, from all of us to you:  

Thank you.

“I haven’t signed anything.”

“I hate you.”

I read this fic by @byakurangesso and i am suddenly cured. all my problems have disappeared.

i used to think brown was an ugly colour. i often associated it with things like mud and rotting wood. in the end, i declared that brown was my least favourite colour.

but then i met you, the boy with brown eyes, and when i looked into them, brown was no longer ugly. i began to associate it with beautiful things like cups of coffee, sweet chocolate, and forests. i saw my life in shades of brown with you.

so what i’m trying to say is, your eyes are beautiful and brown is now one of my favourite colours.

—  about a brown eyed boy.