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April will be filled with joy.

April will be filled with love.

April will be filled with peace.

April will be filled with trust.

April will be filled with kindness.

April will be filled with miracles.

April will be filled with hope.

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no but the person that complimented your writing they are absolutely right. it's simply amazing and out of this world. I follow your account for a few years now and every now and then I come here to re-read one of your stories, I was actually thinking about doing that sometime around this week. So so so so happy to read you're doing well and in law school. wish you all the best always :)

this is so sweet of you to say. it's insane to me that people are finding and coming back to these fics! I was just scrolling through my notifications and noticed how much activity stepbro!harry was getting—and after four years!! you guys are truly incredible ❤️

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I miss your stories. They were really good. I hope you’re doing okay these days!!

aww, thanks! they were so much fun to write 😊 i feel a lot better than I did a few years ago!! and i actually just got into law school so I'm really looking forward to a lot ❤️

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Harry Styles | As It Was 

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cannot WAIT for him to use several thousands words to reveal absolutely nothing during all the interviews tomorrow

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hi tiff 🥺 nice to see you here. i’ve missed you 💕💕💕 hope you’re well

hi my love ❤️ i've missed you all too! i'm in a really good headspace now, and just in time to enjoy the new music with everyone 🥰

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Harry for As It Was promo for Spotify 

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AS IT WAS (2022) — Harry Styles

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logging on just to say that this is officially my favorite harry era

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This might be passive aggressive.... but don’t promise to post something on a certain day and months later we are still having to wait for it. I get you have a life but don’t promise to post something if it’s not even ready x

Listen. I get where you’re coming from, really, I do. Rest assure I feel awful that I haven’t posted it yet too. But you’re right. I do have a life, one that has prevented me from spending leisurely time writing. I have a life that hasn’t been going all that great, but it’s not something I’ll publicly post about because I’m not looking for sympathy or for people to tread carefully around me. I love putting content out for you guys, but please remember that it’s not my only responsibility. I understand that I’ve gone way beyond my own deadline, and again, the guilt has been getting to me. However, this isn’t a job. I’m not getting paid, and I’m barely given any feedback if we’re talking about compensation. It’s something I do because I find solace in it when I finally have time to breathe. That may mean that I can only make dents at a time, or just barely scratch the surface. You can be annoyed that I haven’t kept my promise. I won’t take that away from you. I just ask that you please remember that there’s a person behind this blog. And truthfully, she’s nearing her breaking point.

I’m sorry if this comes off as bitchy because it’s not intended that way. I definitely don’t mean to snap at you, and I hope you don’t take offense. Again, I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting for the update and I haven’t been able to deliver.

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Hi love! When do you think we can expect new harry potter h?! hope you’re keeping safe and had a lovely birthday

Tbh I was sick for the last few weeks so I haven't even opened my laptop 😭 I think there are like 2-3 scenes I gotta write still

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Purple Clouds and Tangerine Skies

Words: 24.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death…smut?

Summary: Why can’t two people who are meant for each other get it right?

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They’re fighting again. All Y/n can do is shut her eyes in the hopes that when she opens them, everything will be okay. But no amount of wishing can drown out the noise. 

“I can’t keep pretending like everything is fine! It’s not. You know it isn’t, Matt,” she hears her mother erupt between sobs. Lately, it’s been the same angry words shouted at one another over and over again. Y/n takes her baby sister, Ava, in her eight-year-old arms. She hugs the baby close. If she can’t block the screaming out, at least she can protect her sister from it.

“Grace, please.” It’s her dad’s voice. She’s never heard him sound so desperate. “What about our family? The girls need you. I need you! You can’t just walk away from us.” 

There’s a sudden silence that follows. At first, Y/n thinks that maybe her parents have reached a resolution. Her dad has always been good at negotiating. It is his job, after all. She’s seen him in action whenever he brings her to work with him. Maybe he’s managed to work that same magic on her mum. She gently lays Ava down on the bed, creating a makeshift barrier of pillows on either side of her, before exiting the room and running down the stairs. 

Before she can reach the bottom, she’s forced to a halt when she sees her daddy slouched over on the last step. His head is buried in his hands, his shoulders are shaking. He’s crying. That’s a sight she’s never seen before. He’d always been the picture of bravery and strength, but now that’s been washed away and replaced with someone who looks broken beyond repair. She doesn’t recognize him.

Where is her mum? She slips past her dad, despite wanting to throw herself in his arms for comfort. Besides his sniffling, the house is quiet. There’s no trace of her mum. It scares her.

“Where’s Mummy?” she asks meekly, turning to her father.

He doesn’t respond, but instead, he brings his hands out of his hair, and stares painfully at the door. Without thinking, she throws it open, the sun’s light momentarily blinding her for a few unhinged seconds. It’s only the screeching of wheels on road that brings her back.

“Mummy!” she cries, running as fast as her short legs can take her. Her eyes begin to swell with tears. The black taxi is still, and she’s just able to stare at her mum through its window. “Mummy, where are you going?” she pleads as she bangs on the door, but her mother doesn’t even flinch. Why won’t she look at me? 

The engine starts up, and the car begins to drive away. Y/n chases after it, crying out for her mum to come back. “Don’t go! Please don’t leave me!” It picks up speed after it turns the corner. She feels herself slowing down, but even then, she refuses to stop. The distance between herself and the car becomes too massive.  

“Mummy, come back!” 

Arms envelop around her, and now she’s running on air. “Let her go,” her dad tells her, and she can feel his own tears against her neck. Her feet stop kicking, it’s like the energy has completely drained from her body. Her mind, however, is still racing. 

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tumblr is the only social media site where it’s completely useless to have a lot of followers

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Joshua Jackson was shocked… he said he didn’t even have a jersey

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Your one year closer to death, yay!

Lmao yeah