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rabioheab:

every so often i think “where the fuck did corbin bleu go” but i don’t google it because i’m afraid to find out. i hope you’re okay out there corbin

(via yourcamila)

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Preference #35: He's Crying And You Comfort Him

  • Harry: His shoulders shake, slumped in defeat. Tears stream down his face in anguish. He tries to turn away from you, hiding his sadness. Your heart melts as you take him in your arms, pressing his face against your shoulder. You murmur loving words into his ear and stroke his hair, slowly his arms move to wrap around your middle, holding you closer to him.
  • Niall: His expression is twisted in distress, blue eyes swimming with water. He tries to cough and relieve the tightness in his throat to no avail. Slumping to the floor, he puts his head in his hands, radiating grief. You take his beautiful face in your palms and kiss him, his brow, his nose, his lips, doing anything to alleviate his pain.
  • Louis: His eyes are fixed on his hands in his laps, silently sobbing, tears dripping. He looks completely helpless, ready to give up. You take his hand, providing an anchor. Stroking the skin with the pad of your thumb, you remind him of how much you love him. He lifts your entwined hands to wipe the tears from his face, trying to smile, but the expression keeps falling into a hopeless grimace.
  • Zayn: He hates you seeing him cry and turns his back to you. Just by looking at him, you can detect the melancholy aura of his distress. His head is bowed, eyes lowered. You come up behind him and slide your arms around him, trying to project your love so he can feel it. At first, he tenses, but soon relaxes into your embrace.
  • Liam: He stands looking out the window, droplets gliding down his cheeks. He's biting his lip so hard, you're afraid he'll break the skin. His hands are curled into fists. You place a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. Looking into his eyes, they look centuries old, filled with unhappiness. He breaks down and hugs you, resting his head on your chest and listening to the steady beating of your heart.
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  • me in 1st grade: wow swearing is so bad i won't ever swear
  • me now: pass the motherfuckin salt you whore
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annestagram:

can we just
“are you irish?” “a little bit. are you french? or german?” “i can be.”
“i don’t have a tattoo.” “i don’t either. must be a family thing.” “yeah.” “we’ll get tattoos. i’ll get your name, and you’ll get mine.” “obviously.”

annestagram:

can we just

“are you irish?” “a little bit. are you french? or german?” “i can be.”

“i don’t have a tattoo.” “i don’t either. must be a family thing.” “yeah.” “we’ll get tattoos. i’ll get your name, and you’ll get mine.” “obviously.”

(via dreaming-in-cities)

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    2012
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