Tag: my hearttt

delladilly:

this is objectively a shitton of projection but do you know what is messing me up about this even beyond just the general overload about louis playing with a baby is that this is on TWO SEPARATE OCCASIONS louis pretending with a baby girl that she can punch someone out and i don’t know, my brother did that a lot with his son– fake roughhousing oh my god you can beat me you’re so strong!!!!!!!!– but not his daughter, like there was a hugely noticeable shift, because that’s not how we think about girls. 

but louis– TWICE– makes a little baby girl laugh with how strong she is, and he’s playing with her, but that play is also him teaching her to think of her baby body as powerful and active. like he is LITERALLY showing her that she can make a fist, that she doesn’t have to let people close to her, that she can push people back. play is how you teach babies to begin conceiving of their bodies and spaces, of their own capabilities, and oh my god louis knows about babies, louis knows about baby girls
look it’s just that the horsing around and teasing you and teaching you to fight him back isn’t i think something that louis only uses to protect and encourage his male bandmates. he already knew how to do all that. louis growing up with sisters is so so so important to me, louis knows how rough the world is and maybe he doesn’t always know how to be nice or soft but he’s on your side and if you make him strong well he’s gonna give all that strength back to you.

fannyann:

esheerans:

N: Remember the night we went to our first VMA’s? (…) We were sitting in the artist area, and no one would even look at us or anything, and you just kinda felt out of place. And then we won three awards, which was pretty special.” 

#for some reason listening to them talk about the vmas has really gotten to me this past week#because rmr (if I were here) we all kinda laughed at then that they were so excited?#or when they said winning the vmas#was their most exciting moment#over PLAYING AT THE OLYMPICS#and I 100% didn’t get it and laughed at them but this promo tour it’s like#really hitting me#how they must have felt that night#both before and after winning#they literally went from feeling out of place and like they didn’t belong to realizing they’d made it in America in the span of a few mins#and that’s so heart-meltingly sweet#I’m aching#“then they looked at us”#ouch x

larreeds:

“You guys made all this happen for us, and we can’t believe the way that you’ve supported us over the last five years, and you know today’s a very special day for us because this is like the last part of our first chapter. But a massive thank you, honestly, we cannot believe you guys. You’re amazing. The most dedicated people I think we’ve ever seen in our lives, so thank you for enjoying us over the years, and I hope there’s many more years to come. See you soon. Cheers.” – One Direction.

me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally
you: wh
me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us
you: why are you in my house
me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media — we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would
you: are you crying?
me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle