This Is Amazing. I Love It

This is amazing. I love it❤❤❤❤

“Half the fans I meet think I’m Ed Sheeran”

This is so great. Especially the parts with Eddie in it. He's so fucking adorable and it kills me

IF YOU’RE SAD THEN WATCH BRYAN, EDDIE AND BENEDICT GETTING ALL SEXY. FUN STARTS AT 2:41. 

Your number of sex partners has no effect on your value as a person.

Honestly so many people have the misconception that males can’t be domestic violence victims or rape victims. Like they think that only girls can get hurt in this way and that’s also another reason why many male victims are scared to speak up because they’re afraid no one will listen to their voice. Also, another thing that people have a misconception about is that males don’t get anorexia or any type of body/mental illness

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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(Btw this contains some references to self-harm so if that bothers you then skip past it.)

Prologue

Marzia Firenze thought about how she was 16 and going to graduate next year as she sat down on her roof, which she had snuck out onto, and watched the

stars.  She was naming the constellations in her head.  She heard her older brother, Desmond Firenze, call out her name. She pulled on her jacket to hide her recent self harm scars on her exposed body parts like her arms and thighs for instance. Marzia climbed down her window and onto the couch she had placed in front of her window.  Desmond watched as she climbed down and smiled. “Hey, so how many constellations did you find today?” he asked.  “I lost track..” she sighed.  Desmond looked at her worriedly. “Okay then...well I made some food for you.  Come down stairs and also mom’s gonna be late today.” he informed her.  “Isn’t she always….” Marzia said in disappointment. “Well, she can’t help that dad died and now she has to work harder to be able to support us.” he sighed out.  Marzia nodded. “I know it’s just I wish she could spend some time with us once in a while.” her brother nodded in agreement with her and patted her arm as he walked out.  She  took her jacket off after he left and looked at the scars that just kept piling onto her body every single time she looked at it. She sighed as she put her jacket back on and walked down the stairs.

(So, this is one of my original stories that I’m writing and I want to know if it’s pretty decent or not.  Btw I’m open to constructive criticism if there’s anything I could fix.)