People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl grey tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
my sister’s view on one direction’s fashion sense:
- louis: “smoked weed once and won’t let anyone forget it”
- zayn: “posh college student ft. laid back beyonce”
- harry: “hippie mom that’s a little too happy about being pregnant”
- niall: “frat boy… might’ve sucked some dick but no one judges him”
- liam: “he looks like he’s about to get into a rap battle”
kim cattrall shot by harry langdon, 1979
Shit my cockatiel does.