Mother of god. My mom was trying to take a picture of our christmas tree. Being the troll I am, I kept photobombing. She had me sit down to stop and I threw my phone, knowing it’d never work. It worked. We have a picture of our christmas tree with a flying phone
You guys thought I was kidding…
it looks like it’s taking a selfie… #nomakeup #natural #xmas
niall sits at home. niall harmlessly drinks. niall doesn’t show up to all parties. niall watches football every sunday. niall doesn’t have a girlfriend. niall doesn’t get tattoos. i like niall.
a dude at the gym just reached in his bag, pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, smiled & shook his head like that’s just something that happens to people, put it back and then pulled out a bottle of water instead
you know what I love? everyone’s mutual love and respect for harry potter
we might not all talk about Harry Potter that much but no matter what wars between or inside fandoms are happening, Harry Potter still trumps everything else and makes it irrelevant
if someone makes a Harry Potter reference it’s immediately understood no matter what other fandoms you’re in
After all this time?
just a friendly reminder that we are closer to 2017 than 2007
I’m not the son they asked for,
Living in the one they’ve constructed plans for
Like I ripped my potential to bits
I could’ve learned how to fly, but I settled for this
And I’m facing the faceless with the crooked fact
That I’m good at rap cause I suck at relationships
And I put this underneath the mud.
Every evening wants to mend things that are leaking blood
And my heart’s too small
My soul is too crowded,
My skeleton is scared,
My flow is too childish,
My will is too weak,
My brain is too small
And I’m ashamed cause my list of complaints is too long.
And the weaponry never sees the victim
The same way the melody never sees the wisdom
Maybe cause there is none
Or maybe my lack of sleep is due to wanting a better dream in this one.
Never tell it with assumptions
Even a scorpion stinger is medicine for something
Express it like it’s the King
Then escape Earth
The way the appetite never sees the tapeworm
The way the candlelight never sees the pace burn
The way the canvas might never see the painter
And we are clearly in the final week
Cause even the ‘never’ can fully visualize defeat
And I’m the blind sailor the fine tailor
Who never sees how the thread he weaves can hide razors
But what the hell am I supposed to do?
I’m just a river who wasted it’s life to flow for you
I’m just a smile with a broken tooth
Just an overgrown child in a vocal booth
I never chose to lose, I never chose to lose.
I never chose to lose.
But I must have did something wrong
Because this song is long overdue.
A heart that is sound, most often is drowned
In the chest of an artist or author renowned.
Either washed off the ground, or last in the sound
Of the death of the rap or applause from the crowd
You can follow the clown, or offer a frown,
But you’ll always find life where water is found.
[AGGRESSIVELY TRIES TO SING LEAD VOCALS AND BACK UP VOCALS AT THE SAME TIME]
do u ever see a successful post on ur dash and u realize that its by somebody that u follow and its a weird moment of pride like u go lil buddy
i keep thinking about how 9 in the afternoon is not a time that exists