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Laverne Cox stanning for Beyoncé at the VMAs

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once upon a time i had long mermaid hair, a piano in my house, and i tried to learn kate nash songs.

Only a lil bit annoyed at things and I have nowhere else to post about it so here I am.





I know that this post will probably be flushed down the dash in a minute but I ought to make it.

The design of the tshirt Louis is wearing is an adapted version of an old Russian prison tattoo made by a prisoner of GULAG, Soviet forced labor camp system where over a million of people died between 1934 and 1953. Besides the name of the prison it contains a verse:
'Damn you, Kolyma, which is known as the plague of the planet. It drives you mad. From here there is no way out'.

I’m sure Louis has no idea what he’s wearing (and he wore it already 2 times at least) but this design is very offensive to a lot of people. And I really hope someone can tell him not to wear it again.

I understand that culturally the shirt is problematic but I am going to suggest that perhaps that Louis DOES know what he is wearing. He was out stunting when he was seen wearing this. Louis has been in One Direction four years and probably only the first couple of months or so were even fun. By October 2011 he was fully bearded and closeted and his public image was transformed into all you need to know about Louis is that he has a pretty perfect student girlfriend who name is…. she is the one you should focus on not him. 

Even today we got a blind gossip full of over the top accolades telling fans that they should appreciate Louis’ beard and not hate her. Why?She is not a public figure. Fans were then told that she is the most important support in Louis’ life-what?  Modest you went too far. Again. You told us she was a hired beard, they have an arrangement where she is paid to be his public girlfriend but then they tried to say she is the most important support in his life. What? Not any of his REAL relationships are the most important but the one with the person who is paid to fake a relationship with him is the most important—REALLY? Why do we need to know anything about her? Why do they keep pushing her forward? 

I haven’t seen ANY articles about how wonderful Louis is and how supportive of his bandmates Louis is. Where are the articles about not hating on Louis? Louis gets tons of hate and nobody ever steps up to defend him EVER.

Imagine if you are Louis having to spend your limited free time with your fakelation and ignore your real relationship in public likely that might feel like like a prison and may be driving him mad. Louis’ verse at the end of Something Great  is “You’re all I want so much it’s hurting.”  

Let’s also not ignore the other prison tattoos Louis has permanently inked on his body. Did anyone get a closeup of the spiderweb on his shin yet? What about the bomb and match? 

If people’s guesses are correct Louis still has about 18 month to serve with his sentence/contract with Modest and so far they have shown no mercy. In fact last month Modest published articles specifically stating that they had hired his girlfriend to be his minder and control him and that they expected her to be attached to his hip fulltime now that she is out of school. Sounds like the worst sort prison to me.

I am also someone that does not believe that Louis is great friends with the beard. Harry hates her. You can’t be best friends with someone your husband hates. 


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a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.

a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.

her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your father’s affair or your best friend’s disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.

when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if you stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.

so in health class, they’re supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.

sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.

her chest. promise her you’d never want anything more or anything less. if you don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.

taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.

if you don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.

kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes you happy. kiss her if she won’t stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isn’t talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if it’s raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you don’t need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.



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Heart melting now.

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Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cups

You’re just putting words together to make me hangry.


I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead? 

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“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”

~Plato’s The Symposium.

How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”

We did it at school. The myth also says that the pairings could be male/female, male/male or female/female (just sayin’)

sometimes you don’t need to find someone else

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