“Eventually, you lose the feeling of home. I’m not one of those people who demands a master bedroom at the back of the bus. As if I’m going to climb into my double bed and say goodnight to the band as they crawl into tiny bunks. No. My bunk is like all of the others. And it’s the best night’s sleep you can get. Once you’ve shut that curtain and all the lights are off, it’s pitch black and the noise of the engine just lulls you to sleep. It’s dead nice, man.“
-Louis on sleeping in a bunk bed instead of a hotel room while touring. (16 September 2022)
I love how louis looks hot but not in the weird celebrity sterile-hot way that feels untouchable and artificial, he looks hot in a hot guy you met one night in Mallorca and will think about for the rest of your life way
tom hardy saying he feels at odds with his status as a male action hero bc he feels “intrinsically feminine” is miles and miles more gender fuckery than anything harry styles has done in his entire career
your twenties are Not about saving money or networking. your twenties are about rinsing your heart in rice water. wearing big jackets. smelling night blooming jasmines. giving up on being sexy and embracing flaw and rot and thus inadvertently becoming sexy. planting cabbages and cauliflowers inside your internal landscape and making a garden in you instead of letting your internal landscape be a stormy sea tossing you around. cartwheeling in spirit if not person when you make a friend. and letting your eyebrows live a little.
