mtv one direction

So many nervous, awkward teenage girls would be a lot better off if they simply decided: “Who cares?”

“Who cares if you’re pretty?” “Who cares if you’re thin?” “Who cares if you’re wearing the right label?” 

No one does. It’s trivial. It means nothing.   

And the people who DO care? They’re sad, nasty, petty little assholes looking to point out other people’s flaws so they don’t feel so bad about themselves. 

They want you to think it’s a big deal, but it’s only a big deal to them. 

Thus, I solemnly give you One Direction teenyboppers (the ones who like Harry Styles and his hair and whatnot) and sad teenage girls advice I desperately wish someone had given 13 year old me.

Stop. Giving. A. Shit.

The people who attack you are nothing. Absolutely nothing. And deep down, despite the fear and anxiety and peer pressure,  you have known they were. nothing. All along. 


favorite male characters [1/?] - tate langdon
“Something’s changed in you towards me. You’re distant. Cold. I don’t know what I’ve done but I’ll leave you alone from now on if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? Do you know why I’d leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There. I said it. I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”