Someone very dear to my best friend’s family is in the hospital dying of leukemia right now. He’s only 23 or 24 years old. It’s not fair.
Can you imagine knowing that you’re dying? At this point, he knows he won’t make it. Can you imagine having that knowledge? He knows he’s going to die, but he doesn’t know how imminent it is at this point. I can’t imagine. I just can’t.
This picture shows that there are two types of guys in the world.
One that wants to ravage that chicken leg and another that wants to ravage Harry Styles.
I think I just drooled a little.