Multi-fandom blog. Introverted deviate. Run like hell because you always need to. Laugh at everything because it's always funny. Never be cruel, and never be cowardly. And if you are, always make amends.
i would rather make a million posts about how john lennon and paul mccartney fucked in those horrible beatles suits and hated eachother for years and years and fucked in paris and india and wrote all those songs together because they just couldn’t admit that they were fucking crazy about eachother than even think for one second about harry styles poor fucking imitation of camp, so commercialized and big brand and met gala-esque that it makes every single nyc spending 5k on rent 40k insta followers fashion page bitch’s eyes pop out of their dumb fucking aesthetic shaved head. harry styles could not have sex with a man, no matter how many 20 year olds on tik tok proudly proclaim that he’s sooooo queer coded and totally going to come out any day now. harry styles has never felt a single emotion in his life that has not been approved by a manager. paul mccartney fucks men for breakfast.