29/50 pictures of Harry Styles that make you want to lick the screen
cutting onions so nobody knows what you’re really crying over :(((
omg, is this a real thing? When you’re upset, do you really go to the kitchen and grab an onion. Do you sit and aimlessly cut an onion so people assume you aren’t really crying. Where will you be where you have a knife and an onion, but not a room to cry in by yourself?
this is a text post on the internet
- I can’t decide if the moon is real or merely a projection of the Gamemakers. I know it was full shortly before I left home. Gale and I watched it rise as we hunted into the late hours.
My breath makes small white clouds as it hits the air. It’s as cold as a November night at home. One where I’ve slipped into the woods, lantern in hand, to join Gale at some prearranged place where we’ll sit bundled together, sipping herb tea from metal flasks wrapped in quilting, hoping game will pass our way as the morning comes on. Oh, Gale, I think. If only you had my back now …
imagine the day when we turn on the radio to the oldies station and party rock anthem comes on and we’ll go “oh this takes me back” while our kids just stare at us while we drop them off at school on jupiter
SOMEBODY HELP JACK GET RID OF HIS EGG!!!