I don’t love Harry just for his looks. I love his compassion towards other people and even animals. I love his raspy voice and the faces he makes when he sings. I love the way he doesn’t ever discriminate anyone and he treats everyone the same regardless of their weight, gender, skin color, sexuality, etc. I love how giving he is and how he supports multiple charities and supports equal rights for women and love. I love how passionate he is for the things he believes In. I love how wild he is onstage and how carefree he acts and then how reserved and private his about his personal life which is how it should be. I love the way he wears whatever the fuck he wants and he OWNS it because he thinks he looks good, which he does. I love how he doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone says about him and he just loves himself for who he is. I love how he gives his leftovers to paparazzi and he gives homeless people money while they sleep and drives around after spending thousands of dollars on pizza to give to homeless people, handing them out. I love how he helped me love myself and helps so many other girls give themselves a chance to see how beautiful and worthy they are. I love his heart and his soul even though I don’t even think I can scratch the surface with how little I know him. There is so much more to Harry that his looks, (while they are fucking amazing and he is one of the most beautiful people on the planet in my opinion). Harry is just a beautiful and amazing person inside and out.
i hope every bi girl is having a nice day & i hope when u go to sleep u have nice dreams too
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman interviews with Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns and Jonas Sima / Moonlight 2016 dir. Barry Jenkins / Fiona Apple, Second Bite interview by Craig McLean, The Guardian / Eighth Grade 2018 dir. Bo Burnham / Norman Rockwell, Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party / Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water” in Plainwater
excuse me if this makes very little sense as i have been drinking and it is almost eleven pm on a wednesday but today i walked into my favourite cafe and the frenchman who makes my coffee, didier, told me about how he had just discovered that the woman who had left as I came in happened to live on the same street as his brother, “isn’t the world remarkable?” he said to me. I laughed, “don’t you wonder about how many people you meet on a daily basis that you have something in common with without realising?”
Tonight I had beers with a couple of guys, they were old friends. “How long have you known each other?” I asked. They laughed, “guess!” Turns our they shared a wetnurse, a connection their mothers didn’t discover until they became friends years later.
As I walked to the train I texted my housemate to ask where she was, if she wanted to meet up before we headed home. Suddenly I heard my name called as she ran across the station towards me. “Oh how strange, I just messaged you!”
Sometimes the world feels very large and our differences seem unbridgeable. Other days we run into one another over and over again, and I am glad to recognise friends.
yea i drink juice when i’m killin cuz it’s fuckin delicious!
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