Spring must be in a good mood today. 🌾🌞
harry styles master post bitches
lets start of with this fucking lip bite
that makes me
to commit murder
its just so hot
and then theirs these two gifs
dont get me started on his fucking back
a master post isnt a master post if i dont include these
stabbing my self would be nice
especially with a fork
and then theirs this harry
little sunshine harry
then theirs goofy harry
the cause of my death
over all HARRY STYLES IS JUST BEAUTIFUL
Everytime I see a new picture of Harry, I fall all over again. I don’t mind.
"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children."
— Unknown (potentially Native American)
"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it.
I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”
So today this guy accidentally hit me with the door when he was walking out of a classroom and instead of saying sorry he just looked me over and said ‘pretty cute’ and walked away . And then I realized . I literally just got hit on . The pun is greater than the pain .
I guess you could say that he adores you
get the fuck out
i love people responding to their pets’ noises with ‘i know’
Its sad how when we see an animals ribs, hip bones, and collarbones, we think its sad and abusive. But when we see them on women, its a form of beauty.