When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.
i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying
I think what I love most about this is that Niall, Louis, and Harry both turn it into something perverted and Liam’s face hasn’t changed at all.
He’s sitting there thinking, “maybe show her the National Gallery, or the British museum.”
WHY DID YOU SET ME ON FIRE SPONGEBOB
WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST WRITE YOUR ESSAY
I think about this every time I have to write an essay