ijustreallylike1dokay:

i’m not saying harry is smuggling the dark lord under his headscarves but

(via thesmuggledplum)

(originally from ijustreallylike1dokay)

zaytanmaliks:

image

Creazione di Zain, 1993.

(via j4ya)

(originally from zaytanmaliks)


zayncangetsome:

a photoset of zayn and cheez-its

(via jonasbrothers)

(originally from zayncangetsome)

house hunters: which home will jessica choose? #1, the stylish and modern studio in a bad location? #2, the roomy but outdated 2-bedroom? or #3, the fixer-upper with the walk in closet she's always wanted?

me: 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1

jessica: after a while of thinking, i finally decided on 3

me: there's no god we're alone in the universe we are only the sum of our parts we are nothing life is meaningless

(originally from todallison)


(Source: 2011fringeboy, via albumtrack)

(originally from 2011fringeboy)


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(Source: lilcraiic, via rapniall)


stupidstagram:

harry styles is the human personification of hitting ur funny bone on a sharp edge and u can’t really speak so u just sit there holding yourself and smiling weirdly and squinting ur eyes and kind of bopping up and down and all the ppl around u are asking if u if ur ok but u cant answer bc ur just ouchies all over 

(via albumtrack)

(originally from stupidstagram)



[ She's Got You High ]

its-a-metaphor-fooool:

365 day song challenge | day 113

she’s got you high and you don’t even know yet..

(via buckygoddamnbarnes)

(originally from its-a-metaphor-fooool)


tandess:

Harry + June 2014

this bro going around looking like the guy in your film seminar who always shows up late and stoned and drinking a smoothie who has to borrow a pen and never has his eyes or mouth fully open even when he’s looking right at you even when he’s telling you he likes your shoes and all of his opinions are all really stupid but he sort of seems to think they are, too, or at least not to care much about them or much about anything except napping on the grass when its sunny and overpriced thrift store clothing and setting shit on fire in a metal trashcan in the parking lot of his apartment complex sometimes just to look at it which is so embarrassing and you help like five times and caddyshack and tequila bar karaoke where he unbuttons his shirt one farther after every trip up onstage and drums against the sides of your face with his index fingers as you push a lime chaser in his mouth and because of this soothing aura of sweet sweaty uselessness mixed in drugstore cologne, and the way he talks to his roommate’s cat, you can fuck at least til the semester ends or for as long as you can be half-gentle about bukowski or until you meet somebody who actually answers their phone and remember that’s a possibility but you can ever invite him home because your mom would take one look at his hair and assume you’ve got herpes and i mean, you could,  and here we all are, this world, just, like, yes, have more money,  be more famous, you deserve it.

(via cowboymusk)

(originally from l-o-u-i-s-h-a-r-r-y)
i hate himharry styles


agonyandagony:

Harry unfaving the nsfw image that accidentally showed up in his Twitter favorites few hours ago and faving a bunch of kittens and puppies. x/x

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW NOTHING IN THIS GARBAGEDUMP WORLD HAS EVER GIVEN ME SUCH JOY AS ENVISIONING THE FOLLOWING SERIES OF EVENTS: ECCENTRIC BILLIONAIRE IDIOT HARRY STYLES, WAKING UP AFTER J/O-ING HIMSELF INTO A COMA OVER SOME PORN TWITTERER’S FINGIES, GRABBING HIS PHONE AND RECLINING BACK IN HIS BED OF MONEY AND JEWELS AND NOVELTY HEADWEAR TO SEE WHAT HE MISSED IN THE WORLD OF THE NOT-NUDE-NAPPING, ONLY FOR HIS BEAUTIFUL FROG BROW TO FURROW IN CONFUSION AS HE REALIZES. “HEYYYY,” HE MUMBLES TO NO ONE. HE STUMBLES OUT OF HIS JILLIONAIRE BED FEELING EMBARRASSED BUT ALSO A LITTLE SELF-SATISFIED. STILL EMBARRASSED, THOUGH. ALWAYS EMBARRASSED. HE SITS DOWN AT HIS KITCHEN TABLE AND STEEPLES HIS FINGERS AGAINST HIS BEAUTIFUL IDIOT FROG FACE, AND DEVELOPS THE WORLD’S BEST DAMAGE CONTROL PLAN, WHICH AMOUNTS TO:

  • ONE MORONICHARMING INSTAGRAM POST OF THE NEAREST STUPIDEST ITEM IN HIS HOME
  • ONE ENDEARINGLY VAGUE BUT SELF AWARE TWEET OF “SO…. THE WEATHER?”
  • AND THEN CRACKING HIS FINGERS AND GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS FAVING EVERY KITTY OR PUP PUP HE CAN FIND ON THE GOD DANGED INTERNET

I WILL THINK OF THIS MOMENT THE NEXT TIME I HEAR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING LAMENTING BEING BORN IN THE “WRONG TIME PERIOD” BECAUSE THIS IS A GIFT WE WERE TRULY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE TO SEE. GOD BLESS US ALL. GOD BLESS TWITTER. GOD BLESS HARRY “FINGER-LICKIN GOOD” STYLES. GOD BLESS THIS MESS FROM HEAVEN, AMEN.

(Source: mr-styles, via thatwrongthing)

(originally from mr-styles)
yesharry styles

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