excuse me?

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks withouts saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

nashtyfantasies IM SO SORRY IM AN AWFUL PERSON I STILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH THOUGH

xnewbrokenqueenx baby don't apologize I know how it is. I'm like that too. I LOVE YOU 💕

Head-shots of Zayn over the years

0 to 100 real quick

I’m laughing because I feel like I’m in Victorian England. “SHOW US YOUR ANKLE! SHOW US YOUR ANKLE!”

(via infiltration)

Hey guys The beautiful nashtyfantasies and I are gonna do ships for a while! All you gotta do is •follow us on Instagram •ship us with a boy 💛 We will ship you with 1D, 5SOS and Magcon!

Just leave a message in the Box 💛

Thanks to the gorgeous nashtyfantasies who tagged me in 20 beautiful women💛 I don’t know how many selfies either so I just took 4 as well :)

I’m tagging : tyanapeace totallyespinosa unchilling ughjoelle zoella vivvante vanessahudgens but-magcon-though but-things-arent-clearr nashxgrier nooramariiia nashsdickle mutualize mattisthebae espinosaxsmile theincompletes idaho-e o2lmagconpreferences pay4asmilelikeyours dallasimagines

I had a dream I made cookies last night and I woke up extremely disappointed

I dare you to reblog with your bra size.

talking to friends in different timezones like

when u highkey want someone but u tryna be lowkey

5 Years of One Direction: An Infographic

↳  “ This is no ordinary boy band.”

cupcake wars - liam dunbar

a/n: y/l/n = your last name requested: no :) word count: 1,163 rating: idk, it’s cute and fluffy but also includes some hot and heavy makin’ out things: baking with liam. well, trying to, at least.

“where are the sprinkles, babe?”

you turn your head at the sound of liam’s voice and roll your eyes, stifling the giggle that you almost let out.

“they should be on the counter with the rest of the toppings,” you call out, furiously mixing your chocolate batter by hand. “did you misplace them again?”

you two had earlier agreed to spend the entire saturday night at home, mostly in the kitchen, baking whatever you found possible in the house.

so far, you’ve made five batches of cookies - two peanut butter, one chocolate chip, and the other, sugar - and twenty-four confetti cupcakes. but you weren’t prepared to stop there.

“no,” liam blushes, “i just wanted to make sure you remembered where they were.”

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