Radical self-love or something
it is freezing in this office and someone came in so i had to stop taking selfies
i imagine harry styles as the kind of person who when you’re kinda in a little grump he climbs all over you and attacks you with obnoxious little kisses until you start laughing and shove him off and then he’s satisfied because you smiled and this, this is what kills the man; the man being me, and my death being the death of my computer as i chuck it out the window and my soul as i pluck it out my body and set it on a wooden row boat, cover it with flowers and set it alight, and my internet presence as i am now too embarrassed to ever been seen again. it’s been a swell ride, kids. see u on the flipside.
Unseen pic of the boys (minus Louis) Australia last month
tell my…. mother i…. love h