Girlie You Can’t Give Up Now You Don’t Have The Dark Green Couch Of Your Dreams Yet

Ladies and Gentlemen, Harry Styles

Thrusts Slow

Pounds Hard

Twerks

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

Annotating igyts is so hard because, every page, every line is a smack of colour right in the face, it feels like spreading your arms and cutting through wind, flying through oceans and eating stars, while curling into a ball on the moon, and every page that isn’t consuming me in undeniable feelings and tastes, are pages that claw at my back and force me to the cold wooden floor, there comes mouthfuls of sorrow so sad the trees sway and sway until they all fall, and then it continues again, a continuous loop of light to dark to starbursts and fresh fruit to chalky wood, and every time I just sit here looking at these pages, and I just think, how do you highlight the parts in this book that make you feel so? When every part is making me feel SO? SO WHAT? I DON’T KNOW, I JUST KNOW, THAT I COULD EAT THE SUN, AND IF I WERE TO ANNOTATE THIS BOOK, EVERY LINE WOULD BE HIGHLIGHTED,, IT WOULD SCREAM IN COLOURS AND SOUNDS ALONE!!!

they are my life<3

AU Meme: Zayn has to leave for tour.

 “You know I’ll miss you, right?” You nodded slightly, not wanting to make any movement to enjoy being in his arms. “You know what, I had been meaning to give this to Walihya to practice her writing, but I think you can use it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused. “Zayn? This is notebook paper and a pen?”

He chuckled, ” Just use it to write me, okay?” He placed one last kiss on your forehead, grabbed his bags and left.

———————————————————————————————————

“It’s crazy that these letters have worked…. well I love you. See you soo Zayn xx” You wrote, sealing the letter.

————————————————————————————

“Zayn? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be God knows where!”

“I thought iddeliver this letter personally..” He shrugged his shoulders, placing the letter in your hands.

You dropped the letter in shock.

Zayn chuckled softly, grabbing your hands. “I’m here.”

eh. I was bored. I take requests! :)

(gif credit to owners.)

Another thing I love in fiction is when dialogue immediately echoes the same phrasing used in the narration. It can be startling and funny.

Ex.:

As they made their way back to the car, Farad felt the prickle of eyes upon him. He looked around and spotted the culprits—perched on the roof of a van, a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers was watching them judgmentally.

“Don’t look now,” he whispered to his companion, “But a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers is watching us judgementally.”

Liam beatboxing during Harry’s solo in Little Things {16/04/2013}