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LAUGHING BECAUSE I SING LIKE THAT WHEN I’M ALONE

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One direction

I can picture myself in ten or twenty years looking back at now. Picking up the box i put away full of all the posters, and pictures i had on my walls. Looking through the scrap book i made, and holding the ticket stubs from the concerts of theirs i attended. Than i’ll go grab my laptop, and log on to my tumblr and look at my one direction account scroll all the way down to the end. Laughing, and smiling and feeling like a teenage girl again. Ill google them, and look at their twitters. See what they have become. Ill watch all of their old interviews, and their up all night tour DVD.  I will act all happy, and actually be happy for a while. But looking through something that meant so much to me, remembering all the money i saved up and all the time i spent with friends fan girling over them. Ill break down. I’ll listen to moments, more than this, and one thing and eat ice cream. I’ll tweet them, and tell them how much they meant to me. If they reply, ill still flip out and get excited. Inside, i will always be a directioner. If i loose sight of it when im twenty or thirty i will find my way back. One direction means so much to me, and i really dont want to ever stop loving them as much as i do now. I want to continue to feel the way i do about them right now, for ever. I dont want to give up trying to meet them, or to get them to follow me on twitter and reply to me. I dont want to take down their posters, or delete my accounts dedicated to them. I never want to stop being in love with all five of them. They taught me so much, and inspire me. One direction will always be a big part of my life, even if it takes me opening up a box of memories to realize.

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