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son of a gun but i know that he’s right, cause the girl that i loved never treated me nice

writings on the wall

i pretend i can’t read

you’re forgetting me

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I’m not crying, you’re crying. 😭

Dadrry picture blurb time! It’s short but cute ❤️

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“Your mumma will kill me if I overwater then dahlias, little bug. So we need to keep watch, okay?”

His son let out a gurgle of what he was going to assume was agreement. Smart kid.

“Thank you. She went to go get her hair done. Y’know, she really needed a day off. You’re the sweetest little plum, but you’re a lot of work.” Harry adjusted the sunhat on his head, shading his face. “So we’re going to do some things to take off her plate. What do you think about that?”

Wide green eyes peered up at him with a few blinks. Good enough.

“I told her I’d take over watering the garden for her. I think we’ll tidy up once we go inside, hm? You can go back in the rocker and watch me do it. The dishes need to be washed.” He mumbled, rocking back and forth on his feet as he used his free hand to water the plants. The hose water was cold but it was nice to get a light back spray when the heat was like this in the mornings.

“She’s done a good job back here. Think some of it’s probably the magic you give her, hm?” He looked back to his son as he let out a little gurgling sound, tiny hand fisting his tee shirt. “Precisely. You give the whimsy, and she absorbs it to give to the plants. You always say exactly what m’thinking.”

The garden was bustling with flowers that he’d watched her plant with their baby in his lap underneath the shaded tree. As much as he had offered to do it for her, he’d been met with sharp glances and sharper questions about him thinking she was ‘incapable’ so he’d simply let her at it. Thankfully she had a green thumb as oppose to his dingy one. Harry could handle the watering but pruning, planting and all of that… not so much. He’d proven that last year when he tried to help.

“Oh, look at these. Peas!” He cooed, directing the spray at the quickly growing pods. “Your favorite, hm? You prefer them mushy, though. M’a fan of that myself, though not the baby sized jars. Your mum tells me it’s ‘gross’ but she doesn’t know what she’s missing.” He tutted, making a little giggle escape his baby. Every time he got one out of him, regardless if he actually understood or not, felt like a Medal of Honor. “But she loves us anyways. Grows them for us, you see? That’s the type of person your mumma is. Giving and kind, even if she hates mushy peas. That’s why we’ve got t’love on her when she gets home. She’s getting a pretty haircut and you’ve got the leave it alone for a few days, hm? I know it’s tempting to tug, but let’s give her a break.”

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Harry on stage in San Antonio - 9/9

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model strut

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I can now proudly say that I was NOT a dumbass for once in my life. 🏳️

OH YEAH. SHUT IT DOWN.

i hate all ‘em i’m guilty, em im sorry’

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“i was on my way to buy some flowers for you” - tucker pillsbury

this one’s cute 💐💐

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i know what u are (slut!!!!)

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I see you, stinky.

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I’m fucking obsessed. He looks so soft 😭

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It’s been 18 months since we’ve seen her …. Not that I was counting

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Girl dinner

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I’m gonna bite him I’m not joking

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oh those legs 🥵🥵🥵

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✨ 3 years of harry's house ✨

it’s hard to put into words how special this album is to me. harry managed to create an album that feels like a warm embrace, full of vulnerability, joy and everything in between. It’s not just an album ✨ it’s a comfort, a safe space. there’s a depth and authenticity in this album that’s rare, something that captures a moment in time yet feels timeless. i will always be grateful to him for sharing it with us. 🥹