Stuff your eyes with wonder

Life-long Chicagoan, but likes to think of herself of as a global citizen. Remains always and forever a optimistic. Supports FC Barcelona & Liverpool FC. Very fond of Borussia Dortmund. Has faith in love & music. Weaknesses may include, breakfast food and handsome brunette bearded men.
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Robin via instagram.

verily-i-say:

If you don’t like his giant hair and his ridiculous tatts and his see-through shirts and his heeled boots and his collection of head scarves and and his dorky dancing and his terrible jokes and his slow speaking voice and his gentle nature, then I’m sorry, but you don’t actually know who Harry Styles is and the guy you’re fangirling for doesn’t exist.

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Liverpool FC vs Borussia Dortmund // pre-match

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‏@LeoADion: OMG OMG I’m dead @Harry_Styles is KING

‏@LeoADion: OMG OMG I’m dead @Harry_Styles is KING

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Gillette Stadium - 8/08

Gillette Stadium - 8/08

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Freaking cuties

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independentsoul:

 So I met Pete Doherty yesterday. I wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told me a day before. I’ll try to explain everything that happened (I’ll do my best). He was going to play a gig yesterday night at the BeCool club. Some people were waiting in line for the concert when I arrived. About ten minutes later, a rather old car and a white van stopped right in front of us. We supposed that the technical team were inside, but a minute later we saw signs of Pete in the car. He was sleeping. He woke up, got off the car and started walking barefoot, holding a big cushion and a multicoloured blanked. He entered inside the club, put some shoes on and came back outside. He asked me for a lighter. Suddenly, he felt sick. He just needed to sit down somewhere (after all, he had just woken up). Three young guys approached to him with a guitar. He ordered a coffe and played Music when lights go out. I sat down next to him and gave him a cigarette. Some other people from the line kept moving closer and for about 20 minutes everyone was standing around, taking photos. I didn’t move, just stayed put. He signed my Up The Bracket album and then had a look at the back cover and the old imagines from The Libertines era. He told me some of the stories behind the photographies. He said: “Oh man. Nostalgia is such a strange feeling. What a bunch of memories. I didn’t even remember half of these.” He looked so sad and vulnerable. Three hours later, he played almost every song the crowd required during the concert. When he paused between one song and another, the crowd started singing loud: “Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang”. He smile, turned around and asked to his manager: “do you think I am ready to play What Katie Did? Yeah…why not”. But when we asked for What Became Of The Likely Lads, he begged: “Please don’t make me play this one. I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry.” That is what I love about him. He is normal human being, just like any of us. He was extremely nice, opened minded, down-to-earth and transparent. I am sorry for those who like big, unachievable Hollywood stars. They won’t ever experience such an amazing and lovely contact with their idols.

independentsoul:

So I met Pete Doherty yesterday. I wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told me a day before. I’ll try to explain everything that happened (I’ll do my best).
He was going to play a gig yesterday night at the BeCool club. Some people were waiting in line for the concert when I arrived. About ten minutes later, a rather old car and a white van stopped right in front of us. We supposed that the technical team were inside, but a minute later we saw signs of Pete in the car. He was sleeping. He woke up, got off the car and started walking barefoot, holding a big cushion and a multicoloured blanked. He entered inside the club, put some shoes on and came back outside. He asked me for a lighter. Suddenly, he felt sick. He just needed to sit down somewhere (after all, he had just woken up). Three young guys approached to him with a guitar. He ordered a coffe and played Music when lights go out. I sat down next to him and gave him a cigarette. Some other people from the line kept moving closer and for about 20 minutes everyone was standing around, taking photos. I didn’t move, just stayed put. He signed my Up The Bracket album and then had a look at the back cover and the old imagines from The Libertines era. He told me some of the stories behind the photographies. He said: “Oh man. Nostalgia is such a strange feeling. What a bunch of memories. I didn’t even remember half of these.” He looked so sad and vulnerable. Three hours later, he played almost every song the crowd required during the concert. When he paused between one song and another, the crowd started singing loud: “Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang”. He smile, turned around and asked to his manager: “do you think I am ready to play What Katie Did? Yeah…why not”. But when we asked for What Became Of The Likely Lads, he begged: “Please don’t make me play this one. I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry.”
That is what I love about him. He is normal human being, just like any of us. He was extremely nice, opened minded, down-to-earth and transparent. I am sorry for those who like big, unachievable Hollywood stars. They won’t ever experience such an amazing and lovely contact with their idols.

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