HARRY LOOKS SO HANDSOME AND RESTED AND EXPENSIVE
I was fully expecting to scroll down and read a joke or explanation but there was none
Somehow this makes sense
"Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
— Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children