May 2011 / May 2012 / May 2013 / May 2014
NO THANK YOU
harry: feel my shirt. what's that feel like
louis: *sigh* boyfrie-
harry: BOYFRIEND MATERIAL
harry: *high-fives self*
harry: *runs lap*
harry: STYLES STRIKES AGAIN
Can you explain to me what happen in the whole Dallas,Texas with freshly fucked Harry , I didn't really pay attention do that. Thanks :)
This Mess I Call Life Answer:
Oh dear. Ok. Please, I’m going to need you to pay attention right now then because this is so so so SO important.
The boys went to Dallas (technically Frisco) back in 2012 to do a special show and some promo. Harry and Louis were joined at the hip being domestic and needy and clingy and blehhhhhh the entire day
How do we even HAVE this picture???? You just know Louis was whispering a thousand filthy things into Harry’s ear.
And shortly after that I’m sure they found a broom closet or a sound proof dressing room or SOMETHING because….
Harry. was. wrecked.
Let’s make a check list shall we?
- Glassy eyes.
- Messy curls.
- SWOLLEN LIPS.
SERIOUSLY DO YOU SEE THEM????
- Flushed cheeks. MAC has to have a blush that matches this color. And if it isn’t called Frisco or Dallas then I think the cosmetic people need to rethink their life choices.
It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what went on here
HE LOOKS SO OUT OF IT. HARRY THIS IS OBSCENE
And who do you think was to blame for the state Harry was in? This little guy right here. Just look at him. So proud. Glassy eyed, flushed cheeked little casanova. That’s the smile of a boy who just fucked Harry Styles’ brains out yep.
They were both so sweaty. Like………????????
"Take it Harry take it! Just like you took it a few hours ago"
Louis…./LOUIS/…. someone is ready to go again
During the show they were all over each other toooo. He’s rolling up Harry’s sleeves. Somebody make this stop ffs
A tame visual of what happened earlier/what probably happened again later
So that’s the story of Dallas. I hope it was a very educational experience for you :)
"- Things my mother never knew i did in high school. (via darling-your-my-demon)
i. Getting so high at school i couldn’t even speak and then passing out in the bathroom. I did it because a boy told me drugs would make me feel alive.
ii. Inhaled cigarette smoke as if it was an angels breath. I did it because a boy told me smoking would make me relaxed.
ii. Drank a lot of Smirnoff out of plastic water bottles at school even though it burned my throat and gave me headache. I did it because a boy told me drinking would cure my shyness.
iii. Skipped too much school to go downtown and sit outside the mall and smoke. I did it because a boy told me school wasn’t worth my time.
iv. Cut my skin open to see the perfect contrast of crimson red against my pale translucent skin. Even though it hurt to walk the next day. I did it because a boy told me cutting would help me solve my problems.
v. Let strange older guys touch me and whisper “baby” in my ear over and over again until they were finished and would let me leave. I did it because a boy told me that fucking strange men was how you fix your emptiness.
vi. Let you leave your mark of perfectly lined up purple bruises along my body. I did it because you told me that this was love."
You never know how much they say “Wildcats” in High School Musical til you have to drink everytime they do.
I’m reblogging this not because they say Wildcats a lot but because we’re acting on the assumption that people who are old enough to drink sit around playing drinking games to HSM and that’s beautiful.Currently