I miss being 13 and just having to worry about what the 1D boys were doing next.
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I miss being 13 and just having to worry about what the 1D boys were doing next.
According to wikifeet.com/mens, Tom Holland's feet can be described as:
Massive! 🤩 (User Palinsky)
So delicious! (User YoungKLR)
And:
"His big toe is rather large but sexy as hell." (User Daveegees)
no clue how to explain this but please let me know if i’m the only one. my friend will text me with a simple “hi can you call i’m bored” and i have nothing better to do, literally nothing. and they’re my good friend who i enjoy talking to. so i’m gonna pick up right? WRONG- it’s too much effort to pick up the phone. no idea why, i’m weird. do i just have a low social battery? maybe, but if i force myself to answer i’m able to talk for hours, i don’t even know anymore. am i just depressed??
I blanked and blurted. @lizza-yarnscaping is my witness.
-places down new drawing-
I don't know, his face looks a bit too thin to me but… -shrugs-
Things are not going great.
I don’t have the motivation to do my job.
I don't have the motivation to get up in the morning.
I can’t focus. I can’t think.
Yet at the same time I also can’t stop thinking.
More than ever before, I hate myself.
However, this time it's different.
I hate myself for new reasons that I never thought possible.
Unlike other times, this isn’t just about the existence of my body and the way in which it moves; the natural fold and dips when I move a particular way. The way I can feel fat sitting in my body and occupying space.
This time, I hate myself for not being able to prevent those feelings that I had once controlled for so long.
This time, I hate myself for not noticing that I was slipping again. Developing new feelings and emotions of helplessness.
I want to feel whole again.
I want to feel the pleasure of living.