can you please just let me use wattpad on my laptop
As I said earlier, she’s in the hospital and I want to show her that people actually do care about her, so please reblog. Please. I. Beg. Of. You.
If you don’t reblog this you can just unfollow me.
If you’re a directioner and you don’t reblog this… you lost all my respect.
No words can describe how bad I feel. Stay strong, Bridget. xx
We’re directioners. We know all the jokes. We freak out whenever we here their names. We cry. Over everything. They could just be singing and we’ll cry. We know Eleanor Calder. We know Danielle Peazer. We know Perrie Edwards. We know all birthays. We’ve seen all the videos. We ship them with each other. We ship them with inanimate objects. We know Josh. We know Sandy. We know Andy. We know Paul. We know Lux. We know Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, and Phoebe. We pretty much know their whole families. We know Harold Edward Styles, the cat loving, curly haired cheeky boy. We know Liam James Payne, the spoon hating, turtle loving cutie. We know Zayn Javaad Malik, the muslim bad boy. we know Niall James Horan, the carefree blonde Irish mofo. And we know Louis William Tomlinson, the sass with class and an ass. We’re directioners. But most of all, we’re family.
I just realized that if you’re an emotional directioner, everything the boys do puts you in tears.
“OH EM GEE. ZAYN JUST BLINKED!!!1!!!!11!! I’M CRYINGGG!!!1!!1!!!!”
For real. Get a grip.