Fuck life, I'm going to the moon

legohousedea:

Petition for Louis to have 100% control over his Twitter account.


21/09



timid:

do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you



ocheano:

don’t you ever feel there’s a lot of teenagers out there having the time of their lives they are rich and famous and then there it’s you


disneyvillainsforjustice:

sweetmadameblue:

theouijagirl:

kerplunkers:

hypo-thermic:

yogaboi:

toocooltobehipster:

To donate £5 to the charity supporting the male victims of domestic abuse, text the message: MKDV46 to 70070
Click here to watch the video

At first I though this was a joke

Don’t ignore this Tumblr

Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.

This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim. 

Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help.

One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.

The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time.
No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.

    

Please, if you witness abuse, no matter WHO the recipient is, report it. If someone you know if being abused (not just physically - in any way) help them. Connect them to resources. Gender doesn’t matter in this case - no one deserves to be abused. 

National Domestic Abuse Hotline

- Mod Dawes Sr.


j2closet:

brittanyhasfallen:

NEVER FORGET

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“For the whole of ‘The X Factor’ I didn’t have a solo which, for me, was a tough pill to swallow.I was delighted but at the same time, couldn’t really understand why I was in the band. That was really low, that feeling of not having a purpose, of just being along for the ride.” — Louis-Where We Are book (x)



Anonymous: SHE SPEND £365 ON FUCKING SHOES? AND LOUIS ONLY £47. i want her job. 

theboyfriendstagram:

You’d think that someone fresh out of college doesn’t have the money to spend on a pair of ugly shoes, but actually save up. I wonder how she can afford all her expensive clothes. Oh wait


loubes:

louis used to feel so left out of the band because he was excluded from solos and he was known as the “other member” of one direction that everyone left out and his parents got divorced during the beginning of his career, and now he’s writing full albums, having a solo in every single song, taking ownership of his own charities, plays for a football team, he is now the highest paid member of 1d anD HE’S JUST SUCH A GOOD PERSON I LOVE LOUIS TOMLINSON


wecantchange:

the sheer disrespect


favourite this is us moments → [1/?] little things rehearsal

bippityboppityboobear:

Harry’s hair was especially majestic. 21.9.14 San Antonio, Texas. Photos by me.