I went to the concert at Wembley on Saturday. It was unreal. (I’m
not ready to write about my concert experience and whip out my gloriously sucky pictures for your eyes to see soon).
Bottom line of this uninteresting post:
I’m in a “I can’t believe this actually happened this is not real I feel empty oh my god they really do exist what even am I how am I supposed to live my life without going to every single concert” bubble. It’s not a comfortable bubble to be in, I tell you.
Louis Tomlinson was my first love in One Direction. I fell in love with his boyish charm, his gorgeous eyes, his unparalleled sass, and his amazing good looks. Even if I’ve had the worst day of my life, if I so much as look at a picture of him, my whole demeanor changes and I get a goofy grin on…
What’s happening with life and why is it set on destroying my sanity.
I really feel like licking something right now.
There are times when listening to ‘Story Of My Life’ makes you happy in an unconditional, bursting-of-joy kinda way and times where it just makes you so sad all you want to do is cry the whole day.
And then there are times when listening to it evokes a feeling that’s a weird, mixed up combination of the two.
But most of all, you can never really handle the things it makes you feel.