I started this with my usual rambley preamble and I kind of wanted to pull my hair out, screaming to just get to the point. So, let me put it simply and the rest of this can do the talking. Love what makes you happy, don’t try and be cool and shape your interests to please some aesthetic bullshit. It’s cool to be into things. What’s more, being passionate is super hot and a major turn on, just sayin’. It’s not cool to be negative and hateful. If it brings someone joy, if it acts as a lifeline, gives them an escape — who are you to judge?
29th October 2017
Standing in a room filled with liberal young minds, the sometimes messy fanbase of One Direction’s now solo Harry Styles, I’m at home. In the intimate setting of Hammersmith Apollo, there is a closeness in me I haven’t felt before, to a man I owe so much to, who will probably never understand the colossal ways in which he guides his fans through life. It’s cringey, I know and One Direction most certainly aren’t the ideal band to be the ones doing the saving. But they’ve provided a comfort blanket for me ever since I got more sucked into the vortex of them whilst in my first year at uni. The first time I saw them (documented all those years ago and now made private and viewable for your own entertainment) I was so consumed in how it made me feel to see a band I loved so much in the flesh. How odd it was, how exposed I felt almost even though there was no way they could see me amongst the tens of thousands of people.