I want y'all to meet the love of my life: Harry E. Styles.
Imagine waking up to this face every morning, falling asleep in his arms, eating cheap Chinese food because you don’t care about his money- just his happiness. Putting a smile on his face, hearing him laugh, watching him play word games… I’m done; I’m in too deep.
There’s no plan! You’ve lost control of this thing! All right? For Christ’s sake, you’ve sent an innocent kid to Hell! How can you say there’s no plan, Cassidy?! Angels. Angels, Heaven, and Hell you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it’s real. It’s real and it has a reason.