outlast the ignorance, survive the innocence

i never want to see him not smile :“)

5sos with kids is the best!

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are you ever like “wow I really wanna meet my fave” but then you realize how ugly you are and you’re like “nvm I don’t want to hurt them like that”

i love calum bye

boyfriend!luke

#HeartEyesMichael

recent candids of this squishy angel (◡‿◡✿)

what she says: i’m fine.

what she means: ashton is a glowing ray of sunshine. why does he hav to feel pain. why isn’t he smiling. has he eaten enough. is he sleeping enough. why does he hav to break my heart. why is he so cute. why isn’t the whole of london protecting him. why does he hav to cry. why is he so humble and wise. he’s like an old owl. less hairier. just as beautiful. is he human. because i think he’s living proof of god. not even religious but he’s god. pray to him. ray of light blessing us all. smol son. protect god.

I intended to be a fine art major in college. When I graduated high school and time came to go and I couldn’t afford it, bitter as hell, I signed up for community college. When you’re an art major you have this pretension, especially when you’re eighteen years old, like “I know more than these professors.” In some fit of adolescent rage I thought I’d piss my parents off and I signed up as a songwriting major. I went one semester and it just sort of worked for me. As someone who enjoys writing, the biggest struggle, I think, for any writer, is people not actually reading what you write. I would hand essays and prose and stream of consciousness things to my friends and my family and they’d scan it and hand it back. That didn’t cut it for me. Songwriting was the easiest solution because it forces people to hear what I’m saying from my voice. I always say I’m a singer out of necessity because I can’t imagine anyone singing my songs but myself.

Michael’s butt appreciation (✿◠‿◠)

2013 vs 2015

@god how come calum has a hand & im not holding it

i took these in the club toilets last night

SIAN OMG😍😍😍

ur so sweet!!!

2014 // 2015