liampahyne:

I loved Niall before tank tops and braces

I loved Niall before he got muscular

I loved Niall before the twitcam with Liam

I loved Niall before they got big in America

I loved Niall before they recorded their first album

I loved Niall before One Direction

I loved Niall before he auditioned for the X Factor

I loved Niall before he was born

(via harrygivelouisyourgravy)

I’m starting to fall in love and I don’t think I’m capable of doing it in a mentally healthy way 

I kind of… Don’t want to be around for a while. Just a week. That’s all I want to clear my head. To clear my room. To clear my darkening thoughts. To get away from stress. To get away from you. To get away from my past. To plan a better life. To plan a better road. To tell myself what I need to hear. To feel exactly what I feel. To scream, to cry, to laugh, to grieve. To breathe. I need, to breathe. But it’s cold. It’s a lot colder than it was before, and the nights are stretching into my afternoons, grasping every hair of light and warmth I have left. Everything I was holding on to. Even writing this is a relief, a sanctuary, a place to clear my head. I force the anger out of my fingertips and a slight trace of bitterness sits only in the back of my head as the weight lifts my furrowed brows. I’m going to be okay. When I get it out, when I get it almost right, I know I’ll be okay. I’m not angry anymore. I’m so not angry, that I’m borderline content. I can feel the inspiration taking hold of my throat. My eyes just lit up and so did the room. Things look good when you’re feeling good. I think I’ll have a cigarette and make a list of all the amazing things I have to be grateful for. And that’s how I fix myself.