I realized heartbreak wasn’t poetic when my sister was driving her car 90mph, her hands clenching the steering wheel and her mumbling “I can’t believe I was so stupid.” because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t turn her broken heart into anything more than a mosaic. because when this boy had to talk in front of the class, his eyes watered when he mentioned her name and he shrugged his shoulders and said “sometimes things just don’t work out.” and he still loved her. because when it happened to me I pictured me going 90mph on the highway, and mumbling about how I still loved him but instead I threw something at the wall and I wrote about it. I wrote about how much it hurt and tried to make my ribs cracking with all the weight of my heavy heart sound poetic but it’s not. nothing is beautiful or poetic about the way your heart feels when someone you loved leaves, or doesn’t stay, or says “I’m sorry, it just has to be this way.” and there’s nothing poetic about driving so fast you’re convinced you’re gonna crash into the bridge, but you don’t. and it’s accidentally taking a breath under water even though you know it’ll get in your lungs but you just couldn’t come up for air and it’s not beautiful, it just makes your lungs fucking burn. heartbreak is going to open your mouth and nothing comes out but a few broken pieces of your heart and you swallow it back down in hopes of no one noticing your heart coming up from the ocean waves forming inside your stomach and with just one more look from him, you know you’ll turn into a hurricane and it’s dangerous. it’s not beautiful. it turns people into natural disasters that destruct anything in their paths. it makes hearts so broken you can barely see the flame that sparked it up in the first place, because the ocean inside of them washed it away, and you can’t love him anymore when he’s a flame and you’re the ocean
I know heartbreak isn’t poetic, but writing sure does take some of the pain away
Hiii so i know i haven’t posted imagines for a really long time, but lately i have kind of been obsessing over punk one direction. hopefully im not alone in this bc i can really imagine it.
Band Name: White Eskimo?
Members (in order of age):
>>>William “Will” Tomlinson, 25 years old, vocalist & guitarist;
>>>Javadd Malik, 24 years old, vocalist & base;
>>> Edward “Eddie” Styles, 23 years old, vocalist;
>>> James “Jamie” Horan, 22 years old, lead guitarist;
>>> James Payne, 22 years old, drummer.
Will Tomlinson: Likes graffiti, skating, radical sports, video games, football. Gets on best with Javadd. Funniest in the band, moody, sarcastic, prankster, likes teasing people, wild child, chilled out…Single.
Javaad Malik: Likes graffiti, skating, drawing, designing tattoos. Gets on best with Will. Very moody, introvert, witty, daredevil. In a relationship with Louise Edwards.
Eddie Styles: Likes going out, dancing, every type of music, acting, modeling. Gets on best with James, has had various girlfriends in the past such as : Amelia Thirlwall, Marie Gomez, Charlotte Watson and Jane Collins. Current girlfriend being Marie Gomez (on and off relationship). He’s one of the most animated in the band, very energetic, flirty, funny, sarcastic, smart, relaxed, cool, chilled out, wild child, cheeky, etc…
Jamie Horan: Loves playing music, football, radical sports, travelling, photography…Gets on best with James and Ed. Very funny, energetic, outgoing, crowd pleaser, athletic, daredevil etc… Single
James Payne: Likes football, running, travelling, pretty much anything athletic, writes poetry. He’s very quite and reserved, but also has a wild side and loves to have a good time with the rest of the band. Gets well with all of the other band members. Single