*knocks at harry’s door*
Me: Hey Harry. Can you help me with my bags?
Harry: Uhm, what are you doing?
Me: Toronto, August 1st
Me: So, where am i going to sleep?
Harry: Oh god…
you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?
THE DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED
Reblogging again, because this will never be irrelevant.