will i ever get this back

I’ve been putting it off speaking about this but after my last reblog, I just feel like I need to say something.

Doesn’t matter where you are in the world, doesn’t matter if you have no ties to Manchester or Ariana Grande and her fan base, doesn’t matter if this seems like it happened in a completely different world … we should all feel for those people.

Having experienced losing someone I cared deeply about, there’s nothing in the world that hurts me more than to see people losing their lives and worse is, losing their lives for nothing.

I’ve had a heavy heart ever since the news broke last night and every time I think about those parents, who were anxiously waiting for their kids to get back home so they could tell them how their experience was, my heart cries.

How many times have I done this? How many times have I gone to a concert and got back home and had my mother breathe a sigh of relief because she knew I was safe and sound?

Not all of those parents who dropped their kids off for a night of fun can say the same and I keep putting myself in their shoes. They lost children, a friend, a cousin. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have any ties to those people, I still feel for them, because it could’ve been me. It could’ve been my mother that lost her child. It could’ve been a cousin or my best friend.

It’s not fair to judge those who feel for them and who cry for them because they’re only doing what we all should do - put ourselves in their shoes. Sympathize. Understand. Love and support them, because that’s what they need.

Harry or me or anyone being affected by this even if they’re not there just goes to show that there’s still a way we can make love thrive, there’s still a chance for us to make bad into good. Let’s all do that, let’s put love out in the world - it’s the only way we can save it. ❤️

And any voices in our heads?
There might be voices in our heads
But I swear, the voices there
Will be the regular kind

(and there’s still voices in jeremy’s head, but louder than them, louder than the voices telling him everything he’s doing wrong, why he’s doomed, why he’s going to die alone, is michael’s voice in his ears, telling him everything he does right, why he deserves everything, why he loves him.)

(and maybe that doesn’t drown it out; maybe he can still hear those voices in the back of his head, but michael is there. he’s there, and he’s laughing, and jeremy’s chest tingles with warmth - and it helps. michael is there, and he loves him, and he helps.)

(and that’s all jeremy could ever ask for.)

can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a soft boyf riends content 

When I was little, my mom would help make memories for me. Going to apple orchards to pick fruit straight off the tree, going to our local farmer’s markets to buy fresh bricks of maple sugar.

I remember seeing horses, getting close to these animals, and swans and sitting out on the grass under the sun. I remember going to the lake and mom encouraging me to put my hands and feet in the water. You know, to just be there. Be in the moment.

I’m not sure why I’m saying this on Tumblr. But when I have kids, I think I want to do the same. I want to give them memories. Something to think back on and realize they did things.

The most alive I’ve ever felt has been at that farmer’s market. Or sledding. Or pulling over on the highway, so we could take a sec and look at the horses. I love the smell of honeysuckle. I love a lot of things. I’d want my kids to be happy, too.

i can’t stop thinking about how i was in portland that one night for a show and so fucking drunk and just decided i was going to fly into reno that morning as early as i could and with how drunk i was i still managed to get on the earliest flight. then i got to the reno/tahoe airport and just passed out. then i texted jeremy saying, how mad would you be if i was in reno right now. and he got in his car before even texting me back bc he knew i wasn’t joking and i was at the airport. and all i had was that one outfit i wore for an entire week and that was the first time he ever told me he loved me. my mom thought i was hurt or dead and he finally made me call them after 2 days and they still haven’t really forgiven me for that but i am so glad i did that before i died. i always just wanted to get on a plane and leave and i did and it was the best week i’ve ever had and i will never forget it honestly

I mean you know that when it comes down to it Peter is hella ride or die he doesn’t really believe that anyone needs him and would honestly die for any of his friends and I bet that fucking pisses Rocket off so hard like every time Peter almost dies or takes a hit for someone he gets a ‘welcome back to the land of the living’ speech from Rocket about how he needs to stop being a dumbass and trying to save everyone and quit trying to be a Big Damn Hero™ all the time

And Peter just nods and listens having absolutely no intention of ever stopping cause his friends are just that important to him, and Rocket knows that but he rants anyway ‘cause it makes him feel better. 

Guess who just got murdered~

Some sketches for my favorite dorito shaped demon, rest in pieces lol

So, serious talk.

How is anyone supposed to both have a full time job and be a solo 1d fan?

Like… how?


It wasn’t just the fact that Jungkook, for no apparent reason, decided to throw Jimin over his shoulder, but also the way he squeezed his thigh to pull him up, the hand he used for support right under his butt and the smack he left after.


It went down so naturally it makes me wonder how many times does Jungkook simply carry Jimin around like it’s not big deal.


reenacting k-drama with Haechan and Winwin 😂😂

usnavi needed a lil time to buffer after seeing vanessa in her red dress


Kylo Ren searches The Falcon”      -(Star Wars: The Force Awakens Deleted Scenes)-

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