I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.

In my small piece of world, here in Italy, sitting on my bed, watching youtube videos, I’m starting to terribly ship Taylor Oakley and Troye Sivan.


2 guys in 1 sleeping bag?




i think this is my favourite gif of harry like ever

I cant brea the

au where harry is at an open mic night with his band and he’s telling this really funny backstory of one of his songs and then he sees this really beautiful boy at the corner of of his eye and stops mid story to look at the really fit bartender who is leaning against the pillar with a smile on his face before realising that harry is looking at him and he suddenly blushes but can’t look away the silence hangs in the air for a while before someone tells him to “Get on with the fucking song” and harry says that he’ll “only start when he gets the name of the really fit boy working at the bar” so the guy squints up in amusement before opening his mouth laughing “it’s louis” and harry smiles and says “this one is for blue eyes” and begins the song.


I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.

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