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take me back to yesterday ;-;

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i've gotta go and get packed. i'll be back sunday (:

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i’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars 

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i’m watching my old stage school productions and crying over my last ever one because of how bad it actually was and how bad my fashion sense was when i was 16

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Send me a ♬ and I'll shuffle my iTunes and whatever song pops up, I'll use the first line as the starter.

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Zayn resting his chin on Perrie’s shoulders (◡‿◡✿)

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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also i finally listened to black magic and i didn't feel it. only part i liked was jesy's bit :/

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OH MY GOD LIAM SINGING ZAYN’S SOLO IN NIGHT CHANGES HIS VOICE IS SO FLAWLESS HE SOUNDS SO GOOD I’M SAD MY HEART IS BROKEN.

THE WAY HE SINGS “RED” GIVES ME LIFE

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it's currently 2:09am and i should be asleep because i've gotta get up early and go into town to buy a snap back and make-up before travelling down to norwich for the festival on saturday. bye hey ho naps exist for a reason aye.

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          at the kiss, minnie couldn’t help but smile. her hand skimmed up and took the book from his grip and placed it down on the table, “ fuck romeo and juliet. you’re all mine right now ---” she mutters lightly against his lips. 

MINZ.

carter smiles as he felt her arms wrap around him, easily turning around so he faced her. “ i was readin’ romeo and juliet for english. ” he states with a shrug as he moves his hands to cup her cheeks as carter bent down to press a kiss to her lips.

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          it’s not that milo is feeling bad, per se. it’s just that he feels off.            he’s been feeling like that for a while, a few weeks even, and he           the boy knows it’s because of a disease that’s pretty much unfixable.           when dylan appears, he smiles at her, but it doesn’t quite reach his           eyes. he wraps one arm around her shoulders, fingers carding through           her hair. “ how’re ya, blondie? ”

          she kept her head upon his shoulder, letting out small breaths.          chewing on her lesser lip, her eyes close lightly as a shiver falls          down her spine at the feeling of his fingers through her hair. she scoots         closer if it was possible, her legs tangling within his gently and loosely.        dylan’s head finally raises to answer him, small smile upon her light pink        brims, “ cold. it’s cold out here. “ she states cheerfully, “ why are you out here?                           you’ll catch your death, sweetie. “