God damnit and I just realized like if I had met Harry and like hung out with him (not like he’d legit be down for that but whatever) and like my birthday is on the 28th and I would have possibly shat myself because uhm, possibly best present ever?
I hate myself for thinking this.
I feel like a hopeless dumbass right now, yesssss.
HARRY WAS IN FUCKING BRENTWOOD CALIFORNIA?!?!
WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT NOTIFIED OF THIS SHIT LIKE HOURS AND HOURS AGO?!? THATS SO CLOSE TO WHERE I LIVE OH MY GOD I HATE MYSELF.
Thanks Harry, way to hit me up to chill
Cool bro, cool.
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)