isn’t it weird how with some people you never run out of things to talk about but with others it’s like you always end up talking about the weather
ways to give me anxiety:
- sit next to me while im on the computer
- say “i need to talk to you”
- read my messages and dont reply
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
on the tumblr: white boys must be stopped. at all costs. no excuses. end them.
on the streets: damn...wassup....
the sound of teenage girls laughing near you when you’re by yourself is literally the most terrifying thing a person can experience
bad people shouldnt be allowed to have clear skin or good hair or nice jaw lines or green eyes
niall: *calls harry up at 2am*
harry: [sleepy voice] h-hello?
niall: [heavy breathing]
niall: you're a wizard
harry: goodbye *hangs up*