not listening to one direction for a while and then listening to one direction again is like drugs. it’s like every drug. all the drugs. i am high as fuck off that 1D pack at 8:39am in my cubicle.

me in the echo chamber: exactlyyy, literallyyyy

ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight

you are alive on a planet with insects and whales and diatoms and mycelium networks and puppies and your human friends. literally so awesome to be a living thing

fuhhckkkk... like yeah ok im carlos alcaraz i have the worlds most charming smile and a beautiful wolfcut mullet like a masc lesbian. when i laugh everyone divorces their wives. my pet photographer/straight boyfriend sacrificed his journalistic integrity so he could follow me around. mums love me. gay men love me. bees love me. novak djokovic loves me. jannik sinner wakes up thinking about me (?). my hair is thick and gorgeous. my butt. gerebito. im carlos alcaraz like fuhckkk brooooo

I think if I heard I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas in the correct circumstances it could move me to tears. It's like the promise of a brighter future that never came to pass

woke deadbeat father: i'm just going to get some oat milk