i just really love louis tomlinson, luke hemmings, and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
its gotten to that point where im willing to give free blowjobs and offering my body up over the internet just for a simple click on a button that’ll turn blue
friend: he never tells me what he's thinking or feeling... it's like he's ignoring me!
thoughts: ignoring you? try experiencing that every day where you simply ask how his day is going or if he's doing ok today... maybe ask what his favorite childhood memory is or if he likes a lot or just a little bit of syrup on his pancakes. or maybe you tell him youll give him a bloWJOB JUST FOR A FUCKING FOLLOW
says: that sucks
saying this now, if i were to have a famous boyfriend, and we were walking by somewheres backstage at an arena/venue/etc., i wouldn’t ignore any of you or just wave. i’d be throwing up gang signs, licking my boyfriend’s face, doing the cha cha slide, idk just anything to amuse you. you gotta admit, i’d be pretty fucking amazing and ya’ll would love me. someone get me a m&g with one direction/5sos asap.
i don’t just want to hold hands publicly or be known as the “it” couple
i want happy reunions when he’s back from touring, i want to see him fast asleep by my side, i want to hear his thick raspy morning voice, i want to receive good morning texts, i want to cook breakfast together, i want get into little fights when we wash the dishes or attempt to cook a meal, i want spontaneous dates, i want to be the one to make him laugh, i want to take long walks at night and just talk, i want to see him at his most vulnerable state and make him feel reasonable, i want to take goofy selfies - on our phones, laptops, rollercoasters - and save each and every one, i want to get into pointless arguments only to come back to one another bc we can’t bare the thought of being distant, i want to trace my fingers over his soft skin, i want to hold him close to me and breathe in his scent as i fall asleep, i want to know him like no one else does. i want to be his one and only…
but that could never be me bc i am none other than a fan who writes/reads fanfics, spends hours voting online, updating twitter accs, spamming for a follow i am 1 out of so many million i never have a chance aND IM CRYING AGAIN BYE IM DONE FOR GOOD
i have a feeling louis would be the boyfriend who’d cuddle up with you on the couch, dusk just settling in, and you’d two would watch a bunch of musical classics - The Breakfast Club, Dirty Dancing, Footloose, and of course, Grease. You’d both recite every line and feed each other popcorn then when the actor/actresses would start singing, he’d pull you up onto your feet, a cheeky smile present on his face and twinkle in his eye. You’d both laugh hysterically whilst dancing around the room horribly, singing along to the lyrics ok im done this hurts tOO MUCH BYE