The Perfect Sky is Torn

One Direction. Harry Potter. Glee. Starkid. Darren Criss. I also have a One Direction blog that I share with my sister. Check it out!! ~ There's nothing left, I used to cry, my inspiration has run dry,that's what's going on, nothing's fine I'm torn

forever-up-all-night:

in UK and Narnia born and raised

on the internets where we spend most of our days

chillin out maxin relaxin all cool

forgettin bout homework and study for school

cause 5 guys from 5 different neighbourhoods

came together to form a brotherhood

They’re all homosexuals

but no one cares 

cause we’re directioners for life

in love with boys on the stairs

→ 12/50 favourite pictures of Jo Rowling

So I’m thinking of going to the gym tomorrow- which outfit should I wear? 

itsgottabeniallonlyniall:

samr16:

inreallifetherearenofairytales:

This:

Or this:

I just peed

let’s compare 

brunette-got-swagga:

jan12th1993:

directioners on twitter

directioners on tumblr

This is rediculous.

edgur:

life is like a box of chocolates

i don’t have a box of chocolates 

REBLOG THIS IF YOU HAD A 1D THEMED TUMBLR BEFORE THEY POSTED THIS ON FACEBOOK… 

 

ORIGINAL DIRECTIONERS, WE MUST STICK TOGETHER.

FOR NARNIA.

Fandoms are special. We squeal, freak out, and cry together. One day in the future, you might just be working in your 9-to-5 office, lazing away the day. Something will spark in your memory, and you’ll type in that familiar URL. The blogs you never unfollowed will be untouched and pristine on your dash. Many of your friends have grown up as well, but you still can’t help but look at all the people you used to talk to all those years ago. Things will come flooding back, and you’ll remember those years spent on your computer, laughing and yelling and agreeing as people just went crazy. You’ll remember those nights you spent up all night with your friend, talking about the traits of a certain character, or how great it would be if this or that happened. You’ll recall those awesome blogs you always admired. You’ll feel a brief moment of nostalgia. You’ll click back to your dash- it’s empty now. Without a moment’s hesitation, you’ll go and type out, “Hey, is anyone out there?”, and just like all those years ago, you’ll eagerly await a response. 

lookitskatniss:

askchieflinbeifong:

[crying.]

This.