we always love you

Would your fave write something like this?

We’re So Starving is so sincere and apologetic like ‘we’re so sorry we’ve been gone, we were busy writing songs for you’ and 'you don’t have to worry we’re still the same band’ like chill Ross, man, we’ll always love you, it’s okay, take your time babe

That selfie breaks my heart. How sad and tired he looks. Louis is brave, and strong, and soft, and full of life. And I see people tagging the selfie ‘sunshine boy’ ‘golden boy’ etc and it breaks my heart so much, because that is who he is. But he looks far from it at the moment. I hope he’s ok, I hope this is all an act that is leading to something good, because I can’t bear to see him in pain. 

We love you Louis, we’re here for you always, and I can’t wait to see you smile again <3

anonymous asked:

I um... Idk what to do. My mental illness is making me think that I don't want anything to do with my girlfriend and making me become distant and I'm terrified that gonna lose my girlfriend because of it. I know I love her but head is telling me I don't and it keeps making things up. Am I crazy?

no, you’re not. you should try talking to her about it, so she knows what’s going on, and try to challenge those thought as well as you can. we’re always here if you need to talk love.

We will never burn out

I think i will always love you we’ve been through tough shit but we somehow always find each other again and that means something are love always stays alive

anonymous asked:

I have the pills next to me... Thank you for everything. I'm sorry.

NO. THROW EVERYTHING AWAY, flush them down the toilet just to make sure. honey please don’t do this. you can fight this. right now i just want you to rest and go to sleep. i hope you feel better when you wake up. i’m always here baby, we can talk this through. i love you so much! im begging you to stay alive :((((

10

When I saw U I was afraid to meet U, when I met U I was afraid to kiss U, when I kissed U I was afraid to love U, now that I love U I’m afraid to lose U.

Anyways back to my own wording happy birthday love,

When I first met you, you told me you like to just watch movies and go shopping so we did that, then the second time I met you, you told me you like to read books and take pictures, and we did that, third day I met you, you told me you love to attend things and like always we did that.
You actually pulled me out the house every time and I enjoyed it, I enjoyed just doing things with you seeing you smile and listening to your voice so yes I’m in love, the fourth time I seen you, you asked me “what do I like to do” I said “nothing” but the truth is always told I love being with you. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND MAY YOUR WISHES AND DREAMS COME TRUE

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.

My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!

(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.