what if a bunch of harry styles fell from the sky
I hope there’s some consolation prize if you die before getting the chance to meet your favorite band member.
2014 is so close i can almost taste the lips i will not be kissing on new years eve
"can i have some of your fries?"
my friend just made the typo ‘the walking dad’ and like
just a dad walking across a lonely deserted landscape, the ground cracked and sandy from drought. he tucks his pipe into the chest pocket of his red flannel shirt. ‘son,’ he says. ‘how was school.’ but there is no one else around. he continues walking. the walking dad.