"hey did you know that one direction-"
Niall cluelessly offending Harry
I may act like I’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance I’ll cry
“‘ay, must be the money!”
Hey remember that girl Justin Beiber made fun of for her weight?
You went and fucked up now boy.
spread this like wildfire
100,000 notes later and not a single bitch did a google search. “National Report (nationalreport.net) is a satirical website devoted to often subtle parodies of real news which convince the unwary.”
These are kind of so accurate it hurts.
I don’t think we’ll ever get fully ‘cause it’s all just a bit too mad. But we just go about it day to day and you know, we don’t take it too seriously and that’s the main sort of thing that we all live by that keeps us, you know, as us.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.