this morning #1915.

this morning, with one sudden, violent swipe, she pulled the poster of him down from her bedroom wall. balled it up & shoved it under her bed. this entire time, she’d just assumed that he was a really nice guy. he has the kind of eyes that lead you to believe that, if you were to run into him on the street & tell him you were a fan, he’d thank you kindly. flash that smile. give you the warmest of hugs. then her best friend sent her a video. that video. the one that we’ve now all seen. in it, he’s filled with such hot rage. jabbing his finger at the poor person recording him. such a foul mouth. if this had happened a year later, she would’ve been attracted to the bad boy act. for now though, her world had been significantly shaken.