When your crush is right in front of you and you’re trying to look at him
True story man
when your crush is right behind you and you’re trying to look at him
that fightclub au ive been meaning to draw forever
#if there was ever a ship built for destructive soul-flaying head-personning it’s these two assholes #zayn as a bored graphic designer-type who despises his lacklustre job and safe dull life too #(he had big dreams once; he would be somebody; he would create magnificent worlds on paper and illustrate them) #(but look where he ended up - nothing but the lowest rung on a art-corp ladder; all creativity leached in exchange for pound signs) #and then on one of those days when he takes the long route home; more scenic with graffiti-splattered walls on dank streets #filled with the kinds of accidental treasures only he knows how to find - he glimpses a man #or maybe he’s a mirage; he’s not sure. just the impression of high-flung curls; dimpled cheeks and a slash of blood for a smile #it tickles his curiosity but then he doesn’t see him again so he starts to wonder if it was some sort of pre-happy hour hallucination #when he’s drowning his boredom on his favourite seat at horan’s; stolidly ignoring niall (the barkeep) and his worried glances #the man (a boy really?) appears again. sidles up to him and he’s a study in contrasts #this almost delicate face and a purpling bruise on his brow; a winsome grin that lights up the room and eyes like cut sea glass #and when he introduces himself (harry. HARRY.) and holds out his hand #the current that runs from his fingertips into zayn’s makes the world recede; blur; pause #and zayn just knows right then that his life won’t be the same again. #harry takes him outside of himself - shows him a whole world; a whole him that he never thought possible #and he finds himself in the crunch of flesh against bone and the taste of blood in his teeth #and the taste of harry on his tongue; the smell of him whirling around and filling him up; the way their bodies move #in the makeshift ring with sweat dripping down their chests and later in the dim of his bed; or the floor; or that dark alley #a few blocks from his house that one time they couldn’t wait. #and it’s crazy and it’s scary and it’s all in his fucked little head. (x)
That moment in your childhood when you realize that Diagon Alley is just the word diagonally….
And the Mirror of Erised is just the word desire backwards.
Didn’t even realize. Does that mean Knockturn Alley is nocturnally (dark/night)?
Yes, and Grimmauld Place is a play on grim old place.
He taps him 5 times to tell him there is dice on the stage. 5 times!
Pierce The Veil - Hold On Till May (Acoustic)
whY ISN’T EVERYONE REBLOGGING THIS
THIS IS PERFECT
Louis Tomlinson in 2010, 2011, 2012 and 2013
Inspired by (x)
crying a lot thank you very much