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@ParisHilton Love this 🤣

Been giving my security a run for his money at #Coachella for years now 🎡😂🌵 Tommy is the best! ✨🥰

Kinda reminds me of @heygoformike and @nickcarter 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry about the toilet, but acoustics are important!

Every dog owner today! 😂😂 Daylight Savings Sucks!

hate when people are funnier than me

so fucking refreshing to not see the sea of phones aimed at him.

ARE YOU LISTENING YET #harrystylesnetflix

Patrick Swayze once said, "They told me my house smelled like dogs, and I asked them, do you know what a dog smells like? It smells like gratitude, loyalty, nobility, affection, pure unconditional love. And in spite of all they've been through, they smell no resentment. So blessed that my house smells like dogs." Dogs are family ❤

kindly reminder, fangirling is a hobby, if ur hobby is healthy, u should be happier, more cheerful, funnier, and more positive, but if ur hobby makes u hate people, hurt people, makes u stressed and feel negative all the time, please take a rest, go touch some grass, be happy🫶

Ryan Gosling interrupting his SNL monologue because he spotted Harry Styles in the audience and can't stop fangirling lol "This is the perfect time to be in NYC. Early March-- um??? Is that Harry Styles?!"

Not seeing a phone in sight…the fact this is how it use to be back in the day. I’m so glad they made it phone free. I bet it feels great to be an artist and actually singing back to their faces instead of the back of a phone. Seeing everyone dancing and being free.

Zooey Deschanel does the best Crumbl cookie review I’ve seen. She basically said “nope, nope, hell no, wtf is this, absolutely not, nope. I hate these cookies” 🤣🤣🤣 I love her 🤣🤣🤣

"We don't ever play it like this again" HARRY STYLES. ONE NIGHT IN MANCHESTER. Premieres TODAY March 8 at 12PM PT / 7PM GMT on Netflix. #HarryStylesNetflix

Nobody goes to the emergency vet at 2 AM on a Tuesday for a checkup. The waiting room at that hour is a heavy place, filled with pacing, quiet crying, and the smell of antiseptic. I was there sitting with my Golden Retriever, waiting for bloodwork results, when an older man shuffled through the sliding glass doors. He was in his late seventies, wearing a faded plaid coat, and carrying a small, scruffy terrier wrapped in a worn-out bath towel. The dog was wheezing, struggling for every breath. The receptionist rushed them into a back room. About twenty minutes later, the man came out and sat two chairs down from me. He was staring blankly at the floor, clutching an empty red dog collar in his trembling hands. The vet came out shortly after. She knelt in front of him, speaking softly, but in the quiet waiting room, I heard every word. "Frank, he has a blockage in his airway," she said gently. "We can clear it with surgery right now, and he'll make a full recovery. He has a lot of good years left." Frank looked up, tears pooling in the deep wrinkles around his eyes. "How much?" The vet hesitated. "With the emergency fee and the anesthesia... it's $1,200." Frank let out a breath that sounded like a sob. He looked down at the red collar in his hands, running his thumb over the metal name tag. "My wife passed last year," he whispered. "Buster is all I have left. But my pension... I only have $300 in my checking account." He looked at the vet, completely defeated. "Can I surrender him to the clinic? Will you do the surgery if I sign him over to you? I just want him to live. Even if it's not with me." That broke me. This man was willing to give up the last living connection he had to his wife, the only creature that greeted him at the door, just to save its life. I quietly got up and walked to the receptionist's desk. I slid my credit card across the counter. "Put Buster's surgery on this," I whispered. "And tell Frank that the clinic has an emergency fund for seniors. Don't you dare tell him a stranger paid for it." The receptionist looked at me, her eyes welling up, and nodded. Ten minutes later, the vet walked back out to Frank. She told him about the "clinic fund" and that Buster was being prepped for surgery. Frank dropped his face into his hands and wept openly, thanking God and the vet over and over again. I left before Frank could see me, my own dog's bloodwork thankfully coming back clear. My credit card bill is going to be tight this month. I'll have to skip eating out and cancel a few subscriptions. But as I drove home in the dark, I thought about Frank sitting by his front door in a few days, waiting for Buster to trot through it. Money comes and goes. But you can't put a price tag on keeping a family together. Anonymous

If you liked @TMobile’s spot in today’s Big Game, you’ll love seeing what happened behind the scenes!

This is a good idea. To do a selfie. Non transferrable. And if you do do a resale it won’t go above face value. Now to make sure no fees or dynamic pricing and this is the way all artists should be.

@AESTRONOMIES More artists need to do this. Take note and protect the fans the true fans. But they won’t. Great job to the artists who are caring about the real fans. Hopefully he turns off dynamic pricing too.

YOU HAVE TO SHOW PROOF OF ID AND UPLOAD A SELFIE TO ACCESS NOAH’S PRESALE WOW LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL GOODBYE BOTS !!!!!

@c_nnr1 @theharrycrave Artists are 100% involved with pricing

@theharrycrave The prices were genuinely insane, I was pretty privileged enough to be able to afford disco tickets for my boyfriend and I. Though, I doubt harry was directly involved with the pricing. I’m pretty sure Ticketmaster was the main reason why tickets were so expensive

BREAKING🚨|| Everyone on planet Earth is mad Harry Styles.

@JacquiDeevoy1 So true!

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