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if someone tells you their favourite song or album, and speaks passionately about it, you better fucking cherish it and damn well listen to it. it will tell you things about the person they aren’t ready to fully express.
—  recent events

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can we just stop

Guys. I’m so sick of this. I’m so entirely sick of this.

What’s the point of a fandom if we’re going to try and control the lives of the people we’re fans of? 
I started thinking about this way back when 5sos changed their band logo. Everyone was hysterical, as if 5sos was their band, and some even ended up leaving the fandom. Dan changed his username from danisnotonfire to Daniel Howell and he received death threats and chaos, and people claiming “change gives them anxiety”. Harry Styles is receiving hate for making songs about sex. Sex. As if he’s not 23. As if he has no right to sleep with anyone. As if his life is our choice.

Then you go and ask yourself, how come we never get noticed? How come they don’t keep their Twitter messages open for anyone? How come we’re treated like we don’t deserve the attention?

You ask yourself these questions, puzzled as if the answer isn’t in the palm of your hand, as if it’s not simple.

Face the fucking truth. You are alive. Your whole “I don’t have a life” is a lie you’re telling yourself and you need to cut that shit out. You are alive. You have a life. You have a path, whether you believe it’s laid out before you or you have to build it yourself. You have a path. You have a timeline, and so do your idols.

Stop wasting the time from your timeline trying to get attention from someone else’s. Because guess what? While you’re doing that you won’t notice that guy/girl in class looking at you saying “He/she’s the best beautiful person I know.”. You won’t notice how the sky gets lighter in the day than it does at night. You won’t notice how someone actually loves you. You won’t notice how you are fucking alive, and so is Michael Clifford, and so is Daniel Howell, and so is Harry Styles, and while they are loving their life, you are sitting in your seat, on your couch, maybe even on your toilet, trying to shape their life and make it the way you want, when in reality you have the ability to do that with yourself.

You just don’t realize it.

I would say “get a life” but guess what? You already have one. Fuck off of theirs and be that nice member of a fandom. That’s how you get noticed.

I like to think that this could be their hiding place.
A place where they can be themselves being alone, just the two of them.
A place where they can spray paint the walls with whatever silly love phrase comes to their minds.
A place where they can play basketball, football and every stupid game that ends up with the two of them falling on the ground, on top of each other, kissing and forgetting about the shit that surrounds them.
A place where they can smile, dance, sing, love.
A place where they are free.