Reasons I grab my boobs
- running upstairs
- running downstairs
- running
- stoked on life
- scared
- walking through my house in the dark
- bored
- boobs
it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and special?
i love the differences in the strides. louis’ all business: wheres the ball, gonna kick that shit into a goal. and harry’s all: omg hi, love your shirt
i hate pants that make it look like i have a boner when i sit but then i remember im a girl but i still worry that somebody will think i have a boner
