when you have a talent youre really proud of and then someone comes and does it better than you
so-i-guess-ill-remain-the-same:
Dear Anne,
In the wake of more than six straight months of metaphorical punches to Harry’s stomach courtesy of the media and the world’s growing fascination with his so-called love life, I have been thinking a lot about you and your family.
I try to put myself in Harry’s shoes — try to imagine what it must feel like not to be able to walk down the street within five feet of another person without having to worry, or at least wonder, what the media might make of it the next day. I try to imagine what it must feel like to have to second-guess my every move and only take the most careful steps — at my job, outside of my job, even online. I try to imagine what it must feel like to have to plan my life in such intricate detail that if I want some privacy when I step out for lunch or stop by the grocery store, I can manage to avoid the people with cameras.
And I try to imagine, even after I have done all these things, what it must feel like to STILL be beaten up, on an almost-daily basis, by people hoping to make a dime or two off a fictional story attached to a photo of my face.
The general public seems to have an entitled attitude when it comes to the well-being of celebrities — “So what? They’re rich. They don’t give a damn what I think of them. And even if they do, so what? They’re rich.”
But when I think of Harry, and when I think of you and the rest of your family, I just can’t even imagine how it must feel. I can’t imagine how YOU must feel — having dedicated so much of your life to raising this kindhearted, gentle soul who treats every person he so much as stands next to with more respect than he/she often deserves — watching the world make a mockery of a fictionalized version of his life. And it disgusts me.
I don’t mean to claim that I know him or you or your family. Obviously, I don’t, and I never will. But as a fan of One Direction, I feel I’ve observed enough about Harry to state with confidence that this image of Harry that the tabloids and my TV are shoving down my throat is — excuse the overused fandom expression — the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
I could rant about where this image seems to stem from and how angry I am at the people responsible for it, but I doubt I would be telling you anything you don’t know. But what I do want to emphasize is that I — and many others — see through it. We don’t know Harry, and we never will — but we see him, in the general sense, for who he really is. And we love him for that. We love you for that.
And so I just want to say thank you. Thank you very, very much for all that you’ve done to help mold Harry into the person he is today. I am more than six years his senior, but in the short time I have been an active part of this fandom, I have learned so much from him. He inspires me quite literally on a daily basis — I will forever be impressed by how brave he is, how dearly he loves the other boys, how far out of his way he goes to show love to his fans even when I KNOW he must be completely exhausted.
Despite what the tabloids try so desperately to claim, Harry has stayed true to himself since the beginning, and I am so moved by that. He is beautiful inside and out, and I know you must be so proud of him. But, please, be proud of yourself, too.
Thank you for sharing him with us. At times, I imagine it’s difficult not to put on your Super Mum cape, swoop down out of the sky and rescue him from the negative aspects of fame. But because of you, he has one hell of a head on his shoulders, and because of that, we are fortunate enough to know of him — to be inspired by him.
Thank you so much.
Love,
A grateful fan
so-i-guess-ill-remain-the-same:
Dear Anne,
In the wake of more than six straight months of metaphorical punches to Harry’s stomach courtesy of the media and the world’s growing fascination with his so-called love life, I have been thinking a lot about you and your family.
I try to put myself in Harry’s shoes — try to imagine what it must feel like not to be able to walk down the street within five feet of another person without having to worry, or at least wonder, what the media might make of it the next day. I try to imagine what it must feel like to have to second-guess my every move and only take the most careful steps — at my job, outside of my job, even online. I try to imagine what it must feel like to have to plan my life in such intricate detail that if I want some privacy when I step out for lunch or stop by the grocery store, I can manage to avoid the people with cameras.
And I try to imagine, even after I have done all these things, what it must feel like to STILL be beaten up, on an almost-daily basis, by people hoping to make a dime or two off a fictional story attached to a photo of my face.
The general public seems to have an entitled attitude when it comes to the well-being of celebrities — “So what? They’re rich. They don’t give a damn what I think of them. And even if they do, so what? They’re rich.”
But when I think of Harry, and when I think of you and the rest of your family, I just can’t even imagine how it must feel. I can’t imagine how YOU must feel — having dedicated so much of your life to raising this kindhearted, gentle soul who treats every person he so much as stands next to with more respect than he/she often deserves — watching the world make a mockery of a fictionalized version of his life. And it disgusts me.
I don’t mean to claim that I know him or you or your family. Obviously, I don’t, and I never will. But as a fan of One Direction, I feel I’ve observed enough about Harry to state with confidence that this image of Harry that the tabloids and my TV are shoving down my throat is — excuse the overused fandom expression — the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
I could rant about where this image seems to stem from and how angry I am at the people responsible for it, but I doubt I would be telling you anything you don’t know. But what I do want to emphasize is that I — and many others — see through it. We don’t know Harry, and we never will — but we see him, in the general sense, for who he really is. And we love him for that. We love you for that.
And so I just want to say thank you. Thank you very, very much for all that you’ve done to help mold Harry into the person he is today. I am more than six years his senior, but in the short time I have been an active part of this fandom, I have learned so much from him. He inspires me quite literally on a daily basis — I will forever be impressed by how brave he is, how dearly he loves the other boys, how far out of his way he goes to show love to his fans even when I KNOW he must be completely exhausted.
Despite what the tabloids try so desperately to claim, Harry has stayed true to himself since the beginning, and I am so moved by that. He is beautiful inside and out, and I know you must be so proud of him. But, please, be proud of yourself, too.
Thank you for sharing him with us. At times, I imagine it’s difficult not to put on your Super Mum cape, swoop down out of the sky and rescue him from the negative aspects of fame. But because of you, he has one hell of a head on his shoulders, and because of that, we are fortunate enough to know of him — to be inspired by him.
Thank you so much.
Love,
A grateful fan
Haha it’s pretty simple really. Our mind goes from thinking we have logic to “joiealhrngerkdjshnvlkzjhdnsf”. It kind of sneaks up on you. You get to see her, and all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to see her more, and you’re not entirely too sure why. Just something about her makes you smile. You talk to her as much as you can. Or you at least try to anyways. But to be honest sometimes you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s because she’s gorgeous; you literally lose every thought in your mind. The only words you’re thinking are “wow…this girl…” and you WANT to tell her. But you know it’s not the right time, and you’re worried you’ll just scare her off. We think that for a number of reasons…you could have been hurt in the past by a guy and we don’t want to be associated with him by a stereotype, you could not be interested in us and think we’re creepy, the usual stuff. Anyways, as you talk to her more and more and time passes by. Days. Weeks. Months. However long it takes…you find your days strange if you don’t talk to her. She’s on your mind all the time. Everything from “man I wish she was here…” to “I can’t get over how beautiful her eyes are…I see them everytime I close mine…”. Then next thing you know you’re with her, and your heart starts racing as you begin to get shaky. You don’t want her to see your hand trembling, but in front of everybody you physically flirt a little to test the waters. And if she plays back you swallow everything and lightly go to take her hand. In front of every one. Your friends are cheering you on in their heads, but you can see it in their eyes. And then you look into hers just to see if she’s just as nervous as you are…..and at that point it’s fair to say you’ve fallen for a girl. Maybe not totally gone off the ledge, fallen in love. But she’s definitely going to be almost every thought you have. And every moment you’re not with her, you’re going to wish you were. And if you’re lucky enough to reach the point where she starts taking your hand first? Good luck son. Heart will be skipping beats. Pulse will be sky rocketing. Words may even stutter. I guess what I’m getting at is, a girl is kind of like an addiction. Not in a bad way (most the time). But once one catches your attention you can never get enough of her. You want more. You want to see her more. You want to hold her more. And above all else you want her to smile more…because all of those things, they give you a rush you just can’t replace.
Can I marry you??
well…he pretty much explained it
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most amazing explanation i have ever read, forever alone lol
REBLOGGING FOR WHAT’S WRITTEN UP THERE. WOW. AMEN.
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im fucking crying
Okay well this picture has really bad quality, but let me tell you a story. There’s this boy, and his name’s Dyllon. He’s the biggest bully and he’s always throwing stuff at me in school and I get so annoyed with him like he’s so rude. But today, I wore this brown cardigan thingy and the sleeves went down just past my elbows, so you could see some of my scars. In English I went to go hand him a pen or something and he saw them and he grabbed my arm and he like stroked one of them and smiled at me and I got really red and I thought he was gonna make fun of me for them, so I turned the other way. But he grabbed me and he hugged me and told me he loved me and then he showed me his arm and he had them too and I started crying and he told me it wasn’t worth it and that it’s okay and then he gave me his number and said if I ever needed him for anything to call him and he would do anything for me, even take the bus to my house if I needed him. It was the most serious I’d ever seen him be and i just love him so so much
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Oh my gosh. Best of luck for both of you in your recoveries. (Hugs)
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