I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself
—   Simone de Beauvoir
1d as 90s aesthetics

niall: denim on denim, crying when the spice girls broke up, rollerblades, frosted tips, playing with your slinky for only 5 minutes before you have to start untangling it, yoyos.

harry: garishly patterned shirts, having a crush on hanson, vhs tapes, glitter, calling your friends on your landline, your furby slowly breaking and saying really creepy things in the middle of the night.

liam: plaid trousers, jogging with a walkman, mood rings, having to actually go to a library to research an essay, baggy jeans, friendship bracelets, the friend in every tv show who is sceptical of the internet.

louis: over-use of sarcasm, backwards caps with oversized flannels, pausing your gameboy between streetlights as you road trip with your family at night, adding ‘… not!’ onto the end of sentences and thinking it’s funny, carrying a skateboard to class, having a crush on leonardo dicaprio

And next thing you know, you’re awake, crying, at 3 am with no one to talk to and that’s when you realize that you’re completely and utterly alone.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7 // D.P