that works too
i’ve dropped 2 places pls help me please thank u i’ll kiss u
If my mom knew I had 57 tumblr followers she would stop telling me what to do.
(via sadstagram)
imagine being best friends w Harry and going skinny dipping w him on a warm summer night - you telling him the air’s too thick for you to sleep so you want to go for a swim and he’ll dare you to take off all your clothes and he’ll shimmy out of his within seconds and you’ll squeeze your eyes shut bc harry’s your best friend and it would be rude to look but you want to so bad it makes your chest ache and he’ll slip his fingers between yours and tell you to jump in at the count of 3 but pull you in on number 2 and you’ll cough and sputter bc of the water that goes up your nose and mouth and he’ll laugh like an idiot and pull you into his embrace and you’ll be a little bit angry not very much bc how could anyone be angry at such a beautiful boy and you’ll make a weak attempt at shoving him off even though really there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms and he’ll strengthen his grip on you and pull you even closer and your lungs would be working overtime to help you breathe and he’ll stop laughing and duck his head to meet yours before pressing his mouth to your cheek and jaw and lips
i wonder if any of those thousand note selflies ever came from a regular kid who was just like “here is my face guys” and then four hours later they come back and there are like 20,000 notes all because the right blogger thought they were attractive and that kid is just left there like “wat.”

