buuuut what about harry showing up to an event a little late, later than he’d like, climbing out of his car and stopping just short of the carpet when he spots zayn getting photographed – his eyes narrowing as they rake over zayn and see his shirt unbuttoned low, low enough to see the lips and wings – harry’s mouth hardening into a pout as he reaches down to button his own shirt all the way back up
I like the thought that he was missing all the innuendo because he didn’t get it. Like Louis is like “how about this line Zayn – waking up beside you I’m a loaded gun…” And Zayn’s like “no no it should be about SEX Louis like – waking up beside you and I wanna fuck you…”
i like how when zayn first left everybody was like “what HAPPENED??? please tell us what happened. maybe he’ll come back, either way i support him in his new endeavors” and now we’re all like “yikes… dont tell me anything i dont want to hear anything… i cant read suddenly”
No yes that Mariah Carey gif is me yes. There it is.
There are those who will tell you that the sacred month of ZIAM NOVEMBER is no longer to be celebrated in this post-zaynpocalypse hellhole. “Why bother?” they will say. “Why bother when we will never see a ZIAM NOVEMBER unfold itself like a symphony ever again?” I will tell you why we bother. We bother with ZIAM NOVEMBER not because it IS, but because it WAS. We bother with ZIAM NOVEMBER because it reminds us that love is not made less real by being finite. We bother with ZIAM NOVEMBER because it is itself a lesson. ZIAM NOVEMBER teaches us that we only matter because we do not last: we are only beautiful because we will die. What matters is not whether two loving souls are, at this moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. What matters is that once upon a time they did, and that means that somewhere they always will. Somewhere on the time-space continuum, gentle beefslice Liam Payne is eternally glancing over and catching the long-lashed gaze of his delicate swan bro Zayn Malik, and something in that gaze makes him trail off and forget what he was saying, and then these two bros just look deep into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and the act of looking makes them smile, because sometimes just the fact of the beloved’s existence and proximity sparks a fire of happiness that can neither be expressed in words nor remain unexpressed. “I see you, and I know you, and I love you,” they say to each other, silently, forever.
EVERYTHING IS FINITE AND YET EVERYTHING IS ETERNAL, IN OUR ZIAMS AS IN OUR LIVES, WORLD WITHOUT END, AMEN.
dont tell me anything i dont want to hear anything… i cant read suddenly”
326 Miles 