*on my deathbed* what the fuck is “story of my life” even about
Harry pushes himself so hard on stage, especially when sick, I always worry that one of these nights he’s going to pass out on stage.
Do you ever see a post and just think ‘Right that’s it, buddy. You’re gone.’
*loves one direction*
*goes to sleep*
*dreams about one direction*
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
the last one killed me