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This post is so important.
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Source: dipsetanthem
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Deep.
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THISS LITERALLY JUST FUCKED ME UP
Agreed ^^
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The kettle is hot
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their*****
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veryfunnymemes
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pls
can anyone please recommend me a movie that’s on netflix? i wanna watch a good, not boring film. sort of want to watch a romance? but anything exciting. please recommend. please. thank you.
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Chicken Little
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Chicken Little sucks ass
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The Saga of Dan’s socks continues (x)
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Me on a diet
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The cause of my premature death
Source: pixiv.net
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confirming
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haruka & makoto ♥ starting days scans
Babies
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Masterlist :)
Dan Howell:
Phil Lester:
Supernatural:
The Deal (DeanxReader) ~8 Parts~
Sherlock:
May I Deduce You? (SherlockxReader) 8 Parts
My New Pet (Jim MoriartyxReader)/ My New Pet (Part 2)
Youtubers:
Band Members:
Other:
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Letters to Dan Part 1
A/n: Sorry for the lack of Fics recently, I’ve been xtremely busy and had a lack of inspiration but now I’m back so YAY. Let’s do this. This was an idea that my friend brushed past me the other day and now I’ve made it into a fic, enjoy!
for him.
You… You confuse me and I don’t know why.
I don’t understand a lot of things pertaining to you. Why I know things about you that I still remember. Why I always ask about you. Why that whenever we have a conversation of any sort, I leave, smiling. Why I was a bitch to you when we were thirteen. Why everybody shipped us together. Why you teased me when we were eleven. Why I like you.
I don’t get why I observe you. Whenever you walk out that door, when I’m sitting right there, staring at my phone, pretending to be engaged in something when in actuality, I’m looking at you and somehow that one glimpse makes me happy? It makes my week better, however shit it was before.
When I caught up with you and had to force myself to lie because the real reason I ran up that hill was to talk to you and not because your best friend was annoying the heck out of me.
When I stomped over to that carriage where you were enjoying sitting by yourself and pushed my way in, pretending to be mad when I really wasn’t. Instantaneously, I felt better about my day. Our hands touched several times, did you know that?
When you’re being the good, mature person in handling a situation. I don’t think you know that I know this about it but what you did, it made my heart flutter a little.
When you walk down the hallway and I do a 180 because I don’t want to look you in the eye.
How my life turned upside down the minute I first confessed that I liked you when I was twelve and didn’t know what feelings were.
I’ve been so bloody obvious about my feelings and maybe you’ve realised. I try stupidly to conceal my emotions but I just like you so much and I still don’t know why.
I dream about situations that I shouldn’t and sometimes I feel like you consume my whole life. Sometimes I spend my whole weekend thinking about the hypothetical situation of “if I had told you”.
Hypothetical. Hah. That’s a word I like to use a lot.
Phil says you probably don’t like me in that way and frankly I agree. There’s no reason to like a crude, obnoxious, way too loud and irrelevant girl like me. I’m just some girl who dreams too much, debates too much and feels too strongly.
How did I ever come to like you?
All you ever did was make fun of me.
These things I feel. They confuse me. It confuses me so much that I don’t even know if they’re real.
Here I am. Struggling with my sexuality. Fantasizing about someone else, who happens to be eleven years older than me. Swearing all the god damn time because I act like I don’t give a fuck. Acting like a grade A bitch and in my mind I’m a slut. A giant whore. I’m planning my life when I’m only fourteen. Trying my hardest not to end up like my sister even though that’s all my mother tells me I’m becoming now a days. Coming to terms with the fact that my grandma is … Gone and my parents have no chance of getting back together. Listening to my mum bad mouth my dad. Dealing with my mum’s boyfriend’s shit. And my dad being so caught up with my step mum that no one sees me struggle because they assuming I got over it nine years ago. Being practically alone at home because no one ever notices my presence because “I will get along with my sisters when I get older.” Now there’s you. One of my only escapes. You make me happy. Why? I don’t EVEN KNOW.
The first recorded time that I physically wrote down that I like you was on the 16 May 2013. It’s been 3 years. How have I not gotten over you? You and your fluffy hair, constant staring at your phone and your tallness. I like how for the first 4 years we knew each other, we were the same height. It’s hilarious. But you’re a guy. At least that’s the excuse everyone gives me.
I like how you responded when I called you idiot and not your name.
And somehow, I act stupidly around you. Throwing your present at you. Saying horrendously awkward things. Etc.
Now I’ve done something even worse. I’ve wrote an essay about you that you will never see over my dead body unless someone hacks my phone and sends it to you.
I don’t think I’ve made sense this whole time. I seem to like to do that.
Well. All I’d really like to say is. I like you, Daniel James Howell. You spin my world around 360 degrees, make my heart pound a mile a minute and basically incapacitate me whenever I’m around you. And that’s okay, because you’ll never know about it.
Lots of love, Y/N