senpaixvx:

who wants to make out and then nap


Get ready for your anus’s radius to quadruple. 


Dear Diary, 

Today Eleanor was singing Live While We’re Young and when she said “Let’s pretend it’s love” Louis snapped “We do,” then proceeded to take Harry to the bedroom. 

Hugs and Butterfly kisses,

Paul


Dear Diary,  

Management blog leaves.

This picture comes out:

Like seriously whats the point of trying anymore.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Paul


Dear diary, 

Had a nice coffee at elearbucks with management today. They didn’t even ask our names because they already knew us.
Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Paul


Dear diary, You are now entering the mental institute of elounor shippers. Hugs and butterfly kisses, Paul

Dear diary,
You are now entering the mental institute of elounor shippers.
Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Paul


Dear Beliebers, 

#BeliebersHateDirectioners, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of Louis hitting you with his prada purse. 

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Paul


Dear diary, 

Take Me Home is not the proper way of asking a girl for sex. As if those faggots would know.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Paul


Anonymous said: "Tag a quality blog, you’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them!"


Dear Diary, 

diaryof1dmanagement:

diaryofpaulhigginator:

So, I’m just realizing, when the mgmt diary left Zayn deleted his twitter and Louis deleted pics/tweets of him and Eleanor.

Never

leave

again.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Paul

Gotta keep those homos under control.

It’s nice to know you’re the only thing keeping them from destroying everything ever. Zayn nearly crashed twitter, lou nearly crashed instagram. Say goodbye to social networking boys.