I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
They wrote “THUG LIFE” on Harry’s stomach
I love how behind every single window, there is a different person who has a story that we know nothing about and I sometimes forget that my life isn’t the only life in the world
So I have been feeling like shit lately and I’m not into tumblr as much as I used to be and idk why I still have this blog but yeah, I won’t be on it too much
black and white blog
FUCK WHOEVER CANCELLED THIS SHOW
I have a party tomorrow and I’m wearing this dress although I feel like a whale with it.