Tell The People You Love That You Love Them By Rachel C. Lewis, December 18th, 2013

i could use luck

I feel like despite how pretty he may look in pictures, Harry just looks 10x prettier in motion. I've been staring at the vogue video/gifs more than the pics lol

My complaint is he needed smiling shots his smile is his THING

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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟎.𝟑𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

When Y/N perched her glasses on her nose the next morning, about to get out of bed, she heard the door next to hers open. What had started out as a decent morning was now tainted by last night’s chat with Harry in her room. She flopped down onto her bed, looking up at her ceiling as everything dawned on her again. Harry asked her to be his fuck buddy so she could make him become more comfortable in bed, and in return she would get free tattoos. They would have sex and Harry would get better with more experience, and once he felt ready to, he would pursue others again. That was the deal.

Okumaya devam et

Taylor Swift REACTS to Question About WHO All Too Well Is About.

𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟖.𝟏𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

A/N: Hiya my angels ❣️ I’ve been on the fence if I should post this chapter or not. The lack of reader interaction, reblogs, and comments I’ve gotten on Bloodsport so far has made me want to stop posting the fic. It just feels like everyone who hyped up this fic for weeks, if not months, have suddenly disappeared or just don’t really care to rb or share their thoughts with me anymore, which is incredibly discouraging and has made me debate why I continue to share my writing on here. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate and see those who do reach out and who reblog! I love you so much it makes me want to cry! But I’ve talked to multiple writers after sharing my thoughts on lack of reader interaction earlier this week, and they all feel the exact same with their fics. Please please PLEASE send fic writers love! Please reblog! Please encourage writers to keep sharing on here! Or else there won’t be much fic to read on here anymore. Enjoy chapter 3, love you x

May, 2013

“Marcela,” Y/N groaned. “I don’t get it.”

“Are you even trying?” Marcela asked, looking up from her notebook perched in front of her on the dining table and over at her 15-year-old sister. “I swear, you never even bother trying.”

“I do try!” Y/N said. “But how am I supposed to try if I don’t even understand what’s being said?”

Okumaya devam et

Submission Sunday ayyy