Okay not in a weird way but, I could seriously watch Harry talk all day. He’s just so expressive and engaging, it’s unreal.
me: i just think, like, it’d be nice if maybe, like even if he could just perform, on corden, if he has time, that this would be nice, to see, you know? like, just a lil thing……
harry: HOW BOUT A WHOLE WEEK OF ME
someone has to date me eventually right
this is really funny because i posted this two years ago
and no, apparently not.
I’m feeling so downtrodden. There’s this sadness I can’t shake. It’s a sticky mess and it gets over everything I think is going well in my life. My low self-esteem is at its lowest and I very well would like to lock myself in my room for a few days. Or a year. 🙃
p.s.a. post bc i don’t think it’s talked enough about
environmental racism is real and most city dumps, toxic waste, and pollution are located in poor and/or black neighborhoods
so if ur an environmentalist like me, add that to your agenda when promoting environmentalism, please!
I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea
this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes
