Liamotra:

otra gothic

harry spits water into the air. it goes over himself, over you, over the stage. is it really water? nobody has asked

louis and liam wrestle each other. the crowd laughs at the play fighting. liam is secretly hiding a dagger in his sock - one day he will use it.

the fireworks are loud, and extravagant. they explode into the air, before fizzing out into thin air. where do the fireworks go.

they are singing drag me down. the end chorus has begun and harry is screaming. why is he screaming. why wont he stop.

‘sing it!’ liam yells. he point his microphone to the thousands of sobbing onlookers. they scream at him in synchronicity. 

you are waiting for the concert to commence. the macarena begins to blast through the speakers. you stand and begin to dance. why are you dancing? why is everyone else dancing? you are powerless to the beat

niall horan is performing. but is he really? you are unsure if he exists. sometimes you swear he vanishes into thin air. you do not comment on this.

I applaud Lana Del Rey for lasting this long in an ever changing industry when she’s just releasing the same album over and over and over and over

Harry really likes when Niall speaks spanish

Via Lou Teasdale’s snapchat

do you remember their awkward dancing

i do

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when you try your best

but you don’t succeed

Zayn Malik:

↳And when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while