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.
Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,
Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,
She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,
I still have the flowers you bought me last Valentine’s Day. They died a while ago along with the love you used to have for me.
I sometimes sleep in your sweatshirt because it reminds me that what we had was real. It doesn’t smell like you anymore but it comforts me to know that even though you don’t love me anymore, you did. You used to.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound of your voice. It’s been months since I’ve seen you last, but I can still hear you moaning my name if I try hard enough.
I visited your town last week. Every single spot had a memory. It was a weird feeling to go back to a place that doesn’t feel as welcoming as it once did. I noticed someone covered up our initials we engraved in that bench by the boardwalk and a piece of me fell apart. I wonder if it was you.
I don’t cry in my sleep anymore. My mom says I’m doing really well but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it hurts all over my body, just like the way it did the night you told me you didn’t want to love me anymore.
I don’t think I’m as sad as I was six months ago but I still miss the feeling of your hands in my hair. I recognize you as a comfortable sadness. Like realizing a part of you is missing, but understanding that it’s never coming back.
i don’t like doing this but i’m going to make that post because i want there to be a post that isn’t from someone w/ a raging hateboner for either
as a southeast asian woman, the thing gigi did hurt. “asian eyes” is a very loaded topic bc it ties in w/ stereotypes and yellowface and all that ugly stuff. it’s obviously wrong and the right thing for her to do would be to apologize and admit what she did was wrong.
the thing zayn did was not any better. yes zayn is asian like me. but besides the whole “a person gets a pass bc they’re dating someone of that race” (i don’t want to open tht can of worms rn), zayn has no place speaking in what gigi did.
the asian community is large and very diverse (and sad to say, still very divisive bc of the intra issues tht include colorism, classism, and discrimination within the whole community). the asian eyes issue does not really affect zayn because this is an issue that’s tied to southeast/east asians. it’s the same way desi issues would not affect me. so in turn, like i would have no place to speak about being called a terrorist, zayn has no place to speak about the thing w/ asian eyes.
i still love them both but what they did was wrong and hurtful to a group of people and that does deserve some calling out and people in that group are allowed to feel what they feel. this doesn’t mean they are inherently bad people, it just means they did something messed up and it shouldn’t be defended.
also discussing this topic, ppl needn’t bring up past mess ups because that has absolutely nothing to do with the actual topic at hand and it’s v obvious ppl who do so only do it to fuel the fire.
i wanted to make this post bc asian issues esp across different cultural and ethnic groups are v nuanced and many people don’t seem to understand that. also i wanted it coming from a genuine place, not just from someone who severely dislike either zayn or gigi or both.
Zayn knows Liam’s back by the slam of the front door that echoes through the living room. Stomach flipping in anticipation, he waits quietly.
“Soon, Zayn, soon?” Liam growls, feet pounding through all the rooms before he finally finds Zayn sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
Zayn blinks up at him, wide-eyed as he tries his best to contain the smile that’s threatening to stretch across his lips.
“You mean soon, huh?” Liam grunts, squinting his eyes down at the boy below him. He shakes his head, chuckling lowly as he bends down to Zayn’s level. “Don’t give me that innocent look. You know what you did.”
Zayn hums, a small smile finally cracking through his polished exterior as he gets out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Liam raises his eyebrows, obviously not believing a word of what he says. “Sure, Z, sure,” he responds, holding out the last word.
“So then, if I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my Twitter and found your tweets…” He looks at Zayn expectantly.
Zayn shrugs, a little chuckle escaping his lips before he finally caves. “I knew you’d get it,” he grins easily.
Liam makes a humph noise before he quickly stands back up and stomps out of the room, calling out behind him as he does. “Well, just know that the next time you’ll be getting any will be soon. And that’s in what is apparently not-real Liam time.”
Zayn groans, knowing full well that could mean weeks or even months, given Liam’s sense of soon. Liam waits expectantly right outside of the living room, knowing well what will follow. He’s just barely inside the kitchen, leaning as casually against the counter as he can before he hears Zayn barrel his way through to him.
“I didn’t mean it, Liam,” he whines as he finds his way to the other boy. Giving a little pout that he knows drives Liam crazy, he reaches up just barely on his tiptoes so he can face Liam better.
A laugh erupts from Liam, eyes closing around the crinkles that form around them. “I know,” Liam replies with a grin, pulling a surprised and still pouting Zayn close to him. “I didn’t either.”
He leans forward to press his lips to Zayn’s mouth. “So I guess we can have a shag ‘soon’ then, if you’d rather. Your kind of soon.”
Zayn hoists himself up to stretch his legs around Liam’s back. Oofingat the sudden movement, Liam grabs onto his ass to keep him up as he lets out a breathy chuckle. Guess that’s a yes, then.