Niall: Everybody knows who Harry Styles is, so he’s gonna win something.
Liam: Who’s Harry Styles?
Niall: Hehehahahahaha, he’s in this band with you! x
I have all these words trapped inside my head and I can’t get them out. They wake me up at 2 a.m., banging on my mind’s door. The only way to make them stop is to write them down. But it’s shit because I can’t make anything out of them. They’re just slivers of what I want to write. I want to write novels that change the face of literature. I want to write so much that one day I can bury myself in my writing and no one will find me again. But I can’t do it. I can’t make anything coherent. Nothing I write has the ability to be woven together. My thoughts make words which make sentences which make paragraphs, but my paragraphs are lonely because that’s all they’ll ever be.
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
No but really All Time Low basically started when Alex went to Jack’s house when they were like 13 or 14 and Alex was really creeped out cause Jack had a barbie CD or something and weird stickers on his guitar so he almost left but he stayed because Jack’s mom made pizza bagels.