i wish i was at a party

anonymous asked:

Wish the boys could be there with Louis tonight! You know Harry's probably throwing a livestream party to watch his baby, either from the hotel bed, or from home. I'm so happy for Louis, I could scream.

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:I love how whenever Louis is doing any form of stuff for his music Harry is MIA.

Harry’s either right there or right there like us, watching his baby dressed from head to toe in jho merch haha

pll characters on their birthday
  • aria: let's do some crafty shit and bake a cake while we're at it
  • spencer: realistically speaking, birthdays are meaningless since nobody takes into account the fact that a year is actually 365.25 days, so it's probably not even really my birthday BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION
  • hanna: LET'S GO SHOPPING!!! all i really want for my birthday is this expensive ass pair of manolo blahniks come on let's go
  • emily: OH SHIT TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY??? i forgot whoopsie lol
  • alison: let's go to a fancy restaurant and drink wine and gossip and be #winemoms
  • mona: thank you all for coming to my birthday party, you can leave your presents there and go away now
  • toby: thank you for all the birthday wishes, it's really not that big a deal *secretly loves all the attention/being with friends*
  • caleb: let's just netflix and chill and drink some beers and stuff, idk
  • jason: i'm just a year closer to dying, who cares about birthdays anyway
  • ezra: WHERE IS THE PIE CAKE?!?!?!?!
  • sara: *nobody shows up to her party* *eats a whole cake by herself*
  • charlotte: i love my birthday, but i feel like all of them get messed up somehow *cries at night alone in her room*

anonymous asked:

Do you spend as much time defending rich people as you do the less fortunate or do you only care about the feelings of the 1%?

Hey, look everybody, my first passive-aggressive anon!  Party favors for all!

Sure, I care about the less fortunate.  What kind of asshole would I be if I didn’t?  But by “less fortunate”, you say that to mean just those stricken by poverty.  And to them I say, God bless you and I wish I could do more to help than just give you any change and food I might have as I pass you on the street.  But when I think of the less fortunate, I also think of those suffering from racial or sexual discrimination, those suffering from mental or chronic physical illnesses and disabilities, those with abusive families and spouses, and those who are grieving for family and friends.  And those can come from any economic status.  You can still be rich and have autism or an abusive girlfriend/boyfriend or have miscarried a child in your past.  You can be the U.S. President and be unable to walk or suffer from depression or Alzheimer’s, as has been the case in the past.  Money does not protect you from all the world’s woes.  It can help you, certainly, but it can’t be a cure-all.

All I meant to say by that post was that people, especially the “social justice crusade” on Tumblr, need to be more compassionate regardless of a person’s economic standing or “privileged” status.  Because newsflash–someone out there always has it better or worse than you, and weighing your misfortunes against another’s doesn’t do anything but build resentment.  No one’s life is perfect.  End of story.  Someone might have more money than you, but until you know every detail of that person’s life, you have no right to tell them they have no right to complain.

If you would like to talk to me instead of casting aspersions at me behind Anon, I would appreciate that.

So I wasn’t expecting to be able to say this, but the second night of Seoul Boom was even more incredible than the first

The boys were so excited and hyped up the whole show, and they wouldn’t stop laughing and goofing off with each other and fans, and it sounded like the most precious thing


like this concert I really REALLY wish I could have been at!!

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.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.