tattooing gun

anonymous asked:

Hi Gabi, please don't misunderstand me. About the home home home thing: I went to the girls twitter and she did ask him to write other lyrics twitter(.)com /nocontrolszarry/ status/ 807362792043020288 but the caption to the home home home pic says "I asked him to draw a hedgehog as best as he could for a tattoo and he said he can't so he just wrote 'home' 3x" so I kind of think she didn't ask him to write home, but I don't know? Because the IG pic is so obvious H's doing, and they are very extra

I mean whatever it was (and according to this story Louis still deliberately chose WHICH lyrics) the fandom has to get rid of the idea that everything is coincidental.

That they just stumble into a tattoo gun and wake up with at least six complementary tattoos. That they turn up in LA two blocks from each other. That H just coincidentally goes MIA when Louis has one of the hardest weeks of 2017. Or that he looks 100 times more rested, fed after Harry turns up. These have been happening for years and yrs, butthey’re being extra dark Larries lately. Harry wearing the Donut shirt like a second skin which just happens to be next to a restaurant called Louis. Harry’s RBB tour in December. Dua Lipa. Hailee Steinfeld, the dog shirt, Elton shirt, lighting bolt shirt, but same on the other side: tasha’s pic is gone, Lottie and Fiz didn’t even say umph, Bre and T and cybgran liking posts which compare F to Austin, TMZ running that article with those words, now T liking a comment that indicates she’s the mum of F, deleting the J comment now the second time, a muted video lol…. I mean he had 1.5 years worth of fuckups from their end but this time the good side is also different. Douis ended. There’s no winter gf. That bday date changed everything. H posted the pic on Louis’ IG. And I would be very surprised if they didn’t wrap up BG in the very near future.

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.