One direction is my whole life. 

I love all of them more then food.

I ship Larry harder then Harold thrusting into Louieh's butthole. 

If you know the size of all of their dicks you are a true directioner. 

Louieh and Harold are my larents (see what I did there). 

Larry is real. 

We saw what happened in Wellington. 

Louieh is the sassiest biatch ever, but he's my boobear/queen

His pussy always poppin. 

Leeyum is Daddy Directioner af. 

I wanna take a ride on the Payne train. 

Neil is my potato/loaf of bread.  

Harold is my husband/frog and you can call him daddy. 

I'm not the only one who wants to lick his 4 nips. 

Hendall is gross and worse then Haylor. 

Haylor was dead before it even existed.

Both relationships had me like gotta zayn/gotta blast.

I love Zen and pillow talk is my shit. 

Naughty boys face is as greasy as the pizza I'm probably eating. 

This fandom definitely ruined me, but in a good way. 

I have more One direction drama then actual drama in my life. 

We are the craziest fandom to ever exist period.

Isn't Freddie adorable? 

Or Conchobar. 

Harold is the mother of Conchobar.

Not Briana Jungleworms. 

We took a Conchobar. 

What the hell is a chonce? 

You'll find me swimming around in Harold's bum. 

Peace out bitches. 

Go eat a Conchobar.