I’ve gotten decidedly too serious of late. The best way I can think to remedy this is to fangirl about why I love One Direction, the English-Irish boy band who slowly invaded my psyche two years ago and has turned me into a 26-year-old tweenager.
A few things about the band as a whole before I detail the excruciating ways individual One Direction members have ruined my life: Boy bands are pretty much designed to appeal to my ideal male aesthetic. Cute guys forced into ridiculous outfits/situations/poses? YES PLEASE. The combination of attractive and silly is the Instant Highway to my heart.