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Waking up knowing there’d be new pictures:

Seeing the new pictures:

Oh my god. She wouldn’t let me go to bed, then she brings up Niall’s dick into casual conversation about how I need a new Facebook picture.

This one goes out to all of the lovely blogs I follow.

Well someone’s got to…

I only see you in all that I do.

I get really bitchy when I see the same people meet the boys time and time again, and yet I can’t manage to meet them once.

I don’t hate, I’m just jealous.

4 Million for you Harry Styles. You go Harry Styles.

Accurate description.