#matty and george

[arainesque]

tapes notes sillies

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

"Grown-ups are going to hear this and they'll probably slag it off."

(x)

[the1975foreva]

Matty and George talking about performing Glastonbury for the first time in 2014

[the1975foreva]

lmao

The 1975 vs. HIMYM

[houseofpyschoticwomn]

[you---look---so---cool]

Please guys

[arainesque]

found it

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

for anyone else who might need to look at this today 👁️👁️

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

this feeling, guess the meaning - chapter 30

“As much as we all love to hate this place, I think I speak for us all when I say that we’re also immensely thankful for it. And if you, like us, feel a bit strange at the idea of leaving Wilmslow High, let me tell you something: this might feel like an ending, but really it’s just the beginning. Go out there, live a fucking good life. Be amazing. Us lot are going to stick together.”

Read it on AO3

and you can find the (very important) companion playlist here

P.S.: this story is officially COMPLETE!

[oh-bonerline]

Thirty seconds go by. Forty. Fifty. A minute and then several more. Matty standing by the door. Pathetic. Waiting. He’s gone around the block, that’s all. A walk to get his head on straight. But he’ll be back. He always comes back.  Maybe it’s him standing by the door like this that’s keeping Ross. A watched pot and all that. So he moves away from the front door, goes back into the living room. He sits on the couch with his arms wrapped around himself. The house is so quiet he can hear his erratic heartbeat pulsing in his ears. He can hear all the clicks and taps of the air con and the refrigerator, every tick of the vintage clock on the wall. And then the voice inside his head: Fucked it up again, haven’t you? Lost him for the hundredth time. You’ll never get it fucking right. You don’t deserve him. Never have. After all you’ve done? Fucking stupid. Thinking he’d ever marry you.  He picks his phone up from where he’s left it on the coffee table. He needs to shut the voice up, needs to block out the sounds of this house. He needs Ross, the only one who’s ever been able to make everything go silent for him. But Ross doesn’t want to talk to him now, maybe not ever again. He dials a different number. “Hiya,” he says quietly, apologetically when the other end picks up.

we'll knock around and see - chapter thirteen (part one) on AO3

[the1975foreva]

I swear The 1975 are the unofficial lords of Tumblr

[carl1ghts]

Another thread of my fav 75 tweets/posts

[imjustagirlcore]

My band, my band 🩶

[cherrycolazwr]

i cant wait to watch the 1975 glasto performance from my bedroom and cry

[mythologiestofollow]

[eviedontyoumind]