That brought out my awful American side. I was possessed by patriotism to broadcast my opinion across 3 social media, talk shit throughout the entire game, YELL and audibly groan, roast a dead queen and insult Harry Cane’s hairline over and over again #FIFAWorldCup#USAvENG
I finally stopped closing my eyes and ears to the heroin chic conversation and I wasn’t surprised to find the tumblr-born internet word- thinspo -being used without a drop of irony or shame in the company of other totally upsetting and soul crushing mumbo jumbo themes
I haven’t talked to anyone in a while so i keep finding myself in moments like this one where I saw a tiktok that I liked so I say out loud “Haha. Awesome. Awesomeeee”
Harry styles is an abomination. He is my husband. We share the same last name. When we were married I made a promise under Christ’s watchful eyes and ears that I would love him but I Hate him. I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, but if the house caught fire in the night..