I will never cease to be amazed by books. Seriously. Just think about it: thousands of people read the same book but in each one’s mind the characters look different and the setting changes and we’re all reading the same thing but it’s so unique to each of us. That is insanely cool.
I have a problem: larry is life, i have no life…
Harry and Louis meet at a rollerskating rink. Louis might be a little bit in love with the boy who keeps fucking falling down.
or, the one where Harry and Louis start out as strangers but become so much more.
They’re watching Louis talk to some of the older boys on the team and Harry is swooning again. He’s pining so hard that it hurts.
“Jesus, he’s gonna notice you’re staring, you know,” Niall informs him and Harry just puts his chin on his hand and stares harder.
“I don’t know,” he reasons. “Maybe I want him to notice.”
The one where Harry may or may not be in love with his football coach and he really only wants Louis to notice him back.
Harry is a former child star who now works at a bar.
Louis is an indie artist who wants Harry to be in his new music video.
Harry is a grump and Louis is too chipper. Harry is straight and Louis is openly gay.
Louis is determined and persistent and at some point Harry stops denying himself.
“I can handle the pain,” Louis reassures before he grins. “What about you, Harry? Do you like pain?”
For a moment, Harry is too flustered to reply because Louis is awfully gorgeous and somehow even more so when he’s smiling. “Love it,” he replies without thinking and then turns ten shades darker, ducking his head as Louis laughs delightedly.
“Oh, I like you,” Louis declares before gesturing towards his arm again. “Patch me up, doc.”
Harry is somewhat familiar with hearts. Louis is somewhat familiar with stealing. The only thing Louis ever steals from Harry is his heart.
Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses—or maybe it’s the other way around. AU.
It’s been so long since they’ve done this, hung out, just the two of them, and he doesn’t know what to say, smiling, a little sheepishly, when he catches Louis’ gaze across the table, and there’s something in the creases around Louis’ eyes when he smiles back that make him feel like he’s still seventeen and the center of Louis’ world and it hurts almost as much as politely distant Louis does, just. In a different way.
In which Louis works in an ice cream parlor and Harry is Gemma’s cute little brother who starts working there, as well.
"Fuck you," Louis gritted through smiling teeth as he watched Harry gingerly buckle up his son in the back of the car waiting for them outside of the grocery store. "Fuck you and your fucking husband and fucking countryside ranch house and fucking baby. Fuck all of it," and he lifted a hand to wave politely in their direction before the car sped off and he was left wondering how many times Harry Styles was going to walk out of his life before it stopped hurting.
Six years after the breakup, Louis is the CEO of the family corporation and Harry is married with a kid.
"Cupid is an asshole who shoots his arrows at the most unlikely victims and by the time they feel the effects, the pain flows into fondness for the love of your life. Choosing your soul mate isn’t an option and it’s more painful than being shot with a physical arrow."
-L. W. Tomlinson, World renowned author; also the first two sentences of ‘Joined’, his newest best-seller.
Working as an EMT has slowly sanded Louis down to a muted existence, and he’s made his peace with that long ago. Except now he’s got a new trainee in his ambulance, and Zayn’s dating a fireman, and there’s a gorgeous, idealistic policeman on the scene who keeps doing stupid and heroic things and making Louis’ heart beat just that bit faster.
Louis gets a job as a bartender where he meets Harry.
Sometimes love isn’t enough. But sometimes it’s everything.
Today in biology my teacher talked about how gay people don’t choose to be gay, and he explained in in depth. At the end of his lecture everyone applauded except some kid said “I still hate fags” and my teacher said “and everyone still hates you” the kid sat down and never said another word
my so called friends use it all the time and never more in my life do i want to disown them
harry seems like the type that would wake himself up by snoring too loud
I find it interesting how society doesn’t care when the media sexualizes women, when men sexualizes women, when school and the government sexualizes women. But the second a woman is in control and sexualizes herself willingly it’s wrong and disgusting.
i got tagged by: livewhileharryxlou :) xx
Rule #1 always post the rules.
Rule #2 answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones.
Rule #3 tag 11 people then link them in the post.
Rule #4 tell them you tagged them.
Rule #5 tell the person that tagged you that you’ve answered the questions.
1) Are you a Butterfly or Caterpillar and why?
I think this qs could be intepreted in a number of ways, but i think i am still a caterpillar waiting to turn into a butterfly
2) Favourite fall/winter drink?
Smoothies any time!
3) If you could switch lives with anyone for a day, who would it be and why?
This is really hard but maybe Niall so I could have an insight to their lives.
4) Youtube, twitter or instagram?
youtube :) xx
5) Favourite 5sos member and 1D member? And why? ;)
1D is defintely Louis, he is strong, beautiful and funny. He’s smart and caring. Inside and out, he’s amazing. 5sos I think ashton, he’s so cute with his headbands and he gives me feels, dont know much about them even though they are from my country hah.
6) Glass half full or glass half empty?
Depending on my mood, but recently half empty
7) Lies with good intention or straight up truth?
Lies if need be.
8) Top 3 songs you can’t get out of your head?
Little white lies, just a little bit of your heart and all about that bass
9) Fancy or Anaconda?
straight supposedly but i read so much larry fanfics so what doese that come under?
11) Just a little bit of your heart or Don’t let me go?
WHAT?! i cant choose, god i have to pick ariana’s song
1. Have you ever been in love?
2. What is one item you can’t live without?
3. Are you scared of the future?
4. Do you like marvel?
5. What is your mood generally like?
6. Do your parents know about your tumblr?
7. How many selfies did you take today?
8. Have you ever broken a bone?
9. When was the last time you cried?
10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
11. How has one direction changed your life?
if you’re reading this we’re now in a relationship love you babe
Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
Jasmine: What color looks best on you?
Foxglove: Name three facts about your family.
Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?
Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?
Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?
Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?
Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?
Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?
Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
Poppy: What color was your childhood home?
Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
Violet: Do you like where you're from?
Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?
Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?
Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?
Dandelion: Do you think you're important?
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.