Deep thoughts: Harry Styles has had many of them in his short time on this, the third rock from the sun. Thanks to Twitter, we're able to be privy to the deep philosophical quandaries that flit through the beautiful brain of One Direction's front man. (Oh, you don't think he's the Mick Jagger of the group? Well, that's another discussion for another time.)
In honor of Harry's 21st birthday, we took a little trip through his Twitter feed to bring you all of the times his 140-chararacter-or-less missives made you say, "Hmmm?" Is he a modern-day Derrida or Kant? Let's just say that he's definitely got a unique Styles unto his own — and that I already regret that joke.
Happy birthday, Harry Styles, you bewitching, confounding, tight-pants-wearing sprite. For the record: The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, as do these tweets.
When he took one for the team, mysterious tube substance tasting-wise.
Someday he'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
A PSA for chefs everywhere.
Locks of love.
When you're Harry Styles, funfetti just finds you.
When he was there for us Jews.
He's crazy for those macadamias, cousin.
Don't we all.
He threw a sausage party.
When we think he understands the concept of Mother's Day.
It remains unclear if he was talking about laundry or crafting a beautiful metaphor.
All he wants for Christmas is Christmas songs.
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Are you a top hat or an iron?
For ice cream, or for the futility of this mortal coil?
Draw me like one of your French girls, Harry.
Death Valley. The Mariana Trench. Harry Styles' brain. (The deepest places on Earth)