Latest Posts by lindafagerholm - Page 2
Shoutout to My Ex
Being a woman is hard af.
No boobs? Damn. Grow some. Boobs? Cover yourself. You’re so vulgar. No ass? Everyone will laugh at you for it. Ass? Well, better cover yourself cause you don’t wanna draw attention to that booty, right? Short? You need to wear those heels. Tall? Damn. You cannot be taller than men. Also, never wear heels. Skinny? Gotta gain weigh cause no one likes bones. Chubby? Eat healthy!!!! Nobody likes fat bitches. You like makeup? Hell no. Taking you swimming on the first date. No makeup? Please, take care of yourself. Don’t be so lazy.
We, women, are constantly shamed for everything so we, as well, might do whatever we want.
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sneak peek: malia kicks theo’s ass (from 5x13)
I absolutely freakin love this song BUT ANYWAY ENJOY JIMMY PESTO JR. DANCING TO IT
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I put together all the #OscarGoesHarryPotter, so here’s the full version!
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imagine living with luke…
Theory time: Peter and the Doctors.
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Felix Sandman or a supermodel? the world will never know.
Helsinki, Finland (27/06/15)
Luke Hemmings and Keaton Stromberg were born on the same day of the same month of the same year.
Luke and Keaton both have the middle name Robert
They both have lip rings, and look pretty darn alike.
Coincidence?
I THINK NOT
27.6.2015 - Best Day Of My Life 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️ elinweck
Reblog if Louis Tomlinson’s butt is better than yours.
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Drunk Niall is my favourite Niall
remember the imagines where...
“Y/N” called: - Harry ‘Haz/Hazza’ - Niall ‘Ni/Nialler’ - Zayn 'Zaynie’ - Louis 'Lou’ - Liam 'Li’ Where: - Harry’s baby girl was always called Darcy - Louis’ son would always wear stripes - Niall’s daughter would always be his princess and his son would have his appetite - Liam’s kids were obsessed with Toy Story too - Zayn was always really protective of his baby girl When the boys met Y/N’s family: - Harry would always win them over with his cheekiness - Liam would win them over by being a gentleman - Niall would eat all the food he was offered - Louis would play with your cousins/siblings - Zayn would be really really shy.
remember those times? I remember those times.
“..Somebody needs help!.. Superman is here!”
(my crappy edit)
Dear Louis,
Where do I start? I guess I’ll start from the beginning. It all started with X-Factor back in 2010. I remember watching all of the video diaries and spending half of the time just dying of laughter because of your jokes, such as carrots and superman. Oh god, it feels as if those moments had happened just yesterday. I remember how tiny the fandom was before you and the boys got even more famous. I would constantly talk about you and no one had a clue who I was talking about. Little did they know that your names and the band name would be the ones that no one would forget.
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Guys, imagine if parallel universes actually existed. That would mean that there are millions of other yous out there living different lives. Like it would be a simple change like instead of brown eyes you have blue eyes. It could also be a big change, like you dating your favorite band member.
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ATTENTION ALL DIRECTIONERS!! MUST READ!!
Its time to stop the war inside this fandom.
its time to stop fighting over ships and your opinion.
As you can see the band is is breaking apart and if you really truly know you love them then help them.
Its time to save them.
when they already saved us.
All these rumors and hate are tearing the band apart.
their contract ends this year and if you want to keep the band together then stop acting stupid and spreading rumors PLUS sending people hate.
All of this needs to stop.
One young funny amazing band member said “real bands save fans, real fans save bands”.
i cant even think of the day that One Direction breaks up!
lets stop with this fucking bullshit.
lets tell the boys that we are really sorry and that we truly love them.
This isn’t a fandom anymore, because we dont support them, we are trying to control them.
i remember when we were a family. i never knew we were going to change into this.
Ask yourself, was it worth it sending hate to eleanor or sophia? was it worth it to send death threats to fans themselves because of their ship?
WAS ANY OF THIS WORTH IT?
Because it isnt and its not fair to the boys.
the only way that this fandom is going to recover and the band to come back as one is if we start Over Again
Now we all heard harry say “ we love you one last time”
now for One Last Time lets help them and become the fandom they loved.
becasue these few Moments isnt the greatest.
Oh how much i would like to talk about how much i like what harry did or what louis said without someone attacking that comment.
Its time to stop the madness and actually bring this fandom and band back together.
because right now, writting this, i can barely think of losing One Direction.
if you arent scared about any of this, you should be.
#welove1d #weappreciate1d #wesupport1d #save1d #savethefandom
1D will forever be 5/5 to me
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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
there are tears running down my face.. like no joke. you have no heart if you just scroll past.