One Direction At Africa aka it cannot get any better than this

There are so many things I can say about this. Like Louis will be the father of my children or Louis with kids is me crying on the floor or a bunch of other stuff about Louis and kids and that shirt is not ok for my feels Louis. Or how amazing they all are. Or how they went to Africa without telling us so it proves that it wasn't for publicity so shut up. Or how they're playing football with them and Louis is holding hands with those kids and holding them and wiping that child’s tears.

Or I can just say This is why they are my idols and why I pass 24/7 obsessing over them. It's not only about their voices or how hot they are. It's about their personalities and how amazing human beings they all are.

I'm so proud of them and now don't touch I'm gonna cry on that corner.

Change Your Life

This is so beautiful! I WANT FOUR FRIENDS LIKE THEM! And I want Jade or Perrie's hair colour! And they're so beautiful and perfect and silly and omg I wanna be their friend! I reallyyyyy love Little Mix ugh!

But this song is so good! And the music video is sooooo good too!

I can see myself falling in love with you

Weeks are getting by so quickly...

Me questioning myself:

Me answering myself:

. ( see the two posts down this one )
. obsessing over louis aka the love of my life aka my boyfriend

(and you got pulled over in wmyb)

. obsessing over one direction cause they're freaking funny and hot and cutties and make my life full of rainbows and unicorns and bright and shine like a vagina

Me answering my inner cat:

Please I'm awesome peasants LET ME BEEEEEEEEEE

My daily thoughts

Can I just say how hot this is?

*dead*

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Sometimes I think teenagers are smarter than government

Plot Twist: All exams got cancelled because the government finally realise that they are actually just marking your memory and not your intelligence and teenagers should be experiencing life and having a good time instead of sat revising bollocks their not going to use in the future.

A minha mãe anda preocupada com a conta da luz

Me: *Doesn't party*

Me: *Doesn't drink*
Me: *Doesn't sleep around*
Me: *Doesn't get knocked up*
Me: *Stays up past 1 AM; Maybe goes downstairs to make a sandwich or something*
Mom/Gramma: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU WHY ARE YOU UP SO LATE DID WE TEACH YOU NOTHING WHERE DID WE GO WRONG YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE WHOLE HOUSE YOU HIDEOUS DEVIL CHILD YOU'RE DESTROYING THIS FAMILY.

This actually happened, several times. Now my mom is just really mad that I stay up all night with my computer and I spend too much electricity.

Definition of Love

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies.
You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans.
But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can't comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can't see. They can't see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you're in love.
It's inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it. What you don't learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn't worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.
Love isn't her calming you down when you yell. It's her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn't her/him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.
It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it's not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It's her standing there, admitting she's just as scared as you are.
You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.
It makes us crazy. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn't cross. Because love isn't about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It's about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway.
Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it.
And it's a hell of a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling 'happy' and feeling whole.

One of the many things I love about Lou ♥

I actually love when he speaks. It's not only his accent (which I love to heart) but it's his way of moving his whole face while he speaks a perfect british (the second gif kills me). He has this way of speaking where he doesn't speak only with his mouth, he uses his whole face, his all body actually. I love that about him, how passionately and expressly he speaks about everything. And of course his cute faces too. I love cute Louis. And his smile. God I love his smile. I guess this is more than one thing then.

I seriously love Japan right now  I MEAN LOOK AT THIS

Here take a picture too

I'm sorry

too many feels

i just can't

I mean come on look at this

how?

why?

 I need treatment. Like now. I mean it.

for the girl who currently refuses to leave my mind [you’re more than welcome to stay]

 This is freaking beautiful. I can only wish that one day someone will feel this way for me.

V for Vendetta: The Revolutionary Speech

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot. 

 Acabei de ver este filme hoje na aula de Filosofia. This is one of the best films I've ever seen. Simply loved. Sad end though.

Can I just say how freaking proud I am of them

And to prove that this image is extra enormous and it's all out of place. But that doesn't matter cause I'M FUCKING PROUD OF MY BOYS!

Graveyard Song

Smoke make me lose my memories
Drink make my body fail
Hanging around 'till two or three
Treating me well
I've been thinking 'bout getting clean
Rising up at a decent hour
Would you wake me when you leave?
It's been so much better than I can say
It will be sad when you go
Since there is not an easy way
I'll just say hello
There's no such thing as the end
There are only new beginnings
I'll be seeing you again

Watching 'Parenthood' it's so inspiring. I always feel so much better after watching it.  
I love her voice and this song so damn much.

Like Dan said he has ruined men lives forever

Stand Up! - Don't Stand for Homophobic Bullying

Beautiful.

No one understands but I do so it's ok

Loving a band with all your heart is something you only understand when it happens to you. On the surface, others can see it as a petty obsession, but they’ll just never know the feeling of putting so much faith into a few people on the other side of the world. It’s hard to explain it to them, the listening to song after song on repeat, the waits for new albums, the excitement and surreal sensation when you finally see them live. They don’t seem to understand why the lyrics booklets give you a sense of comfort, or why you paste photos of them all over your bedroom walls. And they can’t understand why one band could matter to you so much. And you think to yourself ‘Because they saved my life.’ But you say nothing, they wouldn’t understand.