Writing? Oh, I’m Definitely Writing. In My Head. During The Most Inconvenient Times. Like In The Shower

But he did make it! He raced as one of the 20 best drivers on the planet for two years! That’s more than what 99.9% of young karters can say.

Logan Sargeant is a Formula 1 driver and no one will ever be able to take that away from him.

this felt like a shot to the heart.

I keep having this one agonizing thought.

Unless you were really into British pop music-based television, the introduction to One Direction for almost everybody in the world was "What Makes You Beautiful" - and those opening lines, no matter how memed or overplayed they became during that nostalgic autumn of 2011 - are Liam's vocals.

Whether you ended up being a stan with posters all over your walls who cried in your middle school bathroom when Zayn left or you were someone that got swept up in pop culture hatred and called them annoying or overrated - that song was likely the first impression One Direction ever left on you.

That means Liam is the first thing the world ever heard of One Direction as a group, so for him to be the first thing to leave, truly permanently leave the world behind, makes the gaping hole feel that much larger.

Making friends on tumblr is weird. It’s like “Hi, I don’t know where you’re from but I know your kinks and exactly how depressed you were last Tuesday.”

Early one direction was fantastic. NO stage presence. No dance moves. They’d just be up on stage like awkwardly bopping around and shoving each other and like fucking giving eachother smooches on the cheek. There was one show where Harry styles got pantsed during his solo??? They were the boyband that NEVER wanted to or intended to be in a boyband! They were totally in it for the fame and the money, but they became BROS !!!! They were FRIENDS!! And that’s the true beauty, the friends we made along the way!

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.