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he’s a fucked up, horrible, living nightmare. i desire him carnally

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thank u dad for the irreparable psychological suffering 💓

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Which Baby Are You?

JANUARY BABY

Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance your personality.

FEBRUARY BABY

Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.

MARCH BABY

Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days.

APRIL BABY

Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that’s caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.

MAY BABY

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak too much in the next 4 days.

JUNE BABY

You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.

JULY BABY

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days

AUGUST BABY

Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of “that someone”. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by “no pain no gain” caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

SEPTEMBER BABY

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. If you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.

OCTOBER BABY

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will not meet the love of your life for 10 years.

NOVEMBER BABY

Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

DECEMBER BABY

This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible… Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.

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when will this happen to me

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Wild Thoughts at BBC Radio 1’s Live Lounge (DOWNLOAD LINK)

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

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out of curiosity- rb with ur sign and fave member of one direction

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I literally just started this blog like a month ago so I don’t have a lot of people on my dash I follow (I got lots of cool kidz) so reblog this and follow me and I’ll check out you too!!!!!!

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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MASTERLIST

*All Rights Reserved on all my writing. Please do not repost or claim as your own.*

CHAPTERED STORIES:

HAVE A LITTLE FAITH - work in progress

KIWI: THE SERIES - completed

YELLOW - work in progress

THE DFMO TRILOGY - completed

THE BLOOM TETRALOGY - completed

COLLABORATIONS:

THE DIVIDE SERIES - work in progress; in collaboration with stylishmuser

HARRY:

Harry Blurb Compilation 

When Harry wakes you up for the airport.  - the one where you’re sleepy and Harry is prepared.

“Is That One of Mine?”  - the one where you buy a shirt that looks a little bit like Harry’s.

When You Have Chub Rub  - the one where it’s just too damn hot.

Tea Mugs & Tear Stains  - the one where it all gets a little too much.

When You & Harry Attend a Wedding  - the one where you’re not a fan of weddings.

A White T-Shirt  - the one where you take a leap of faith. - TW: mentions self-harm.

Just Harry  - the one before Harry leaves.

Late Night Pancakes - the one where you’re pregnant. Very pregnant.

Birthday Cake - the one where it’s Harry’s birthday.

My love, my life, my always.  - the one where you’re feeling a little insecure.

All I Want For Christmas  - the one where it’s Christmas.

The Perfect Moment  - the one where he just couldn’t wait.

Weepy  - the one where you just can’t help it.

I’ve Got You  - the one where you have a baby.

My Sweetheart  - the one with a cuddle or two.

Dear DILF  - the one where you tell Harry a secret.

04.07.17  - the one before it all begins.

Sweet Nothings  - the one with the pillowtalk.

Sweet Creature  - the one where he needs a little love.

Easy  - the one where he needs a little push.

From The Dining Table  - the one where not every story has a happy ending.

Mother’s Day  - the one where your babies surprise you.

Spoiled - the one where it’s your birthday.

Healing - the one where you find strength in each other. - TW; infertility

Ache - the one where he finds you. - TW; cancer death

NIALL:

This Town  - the one where there’s a story behind every song.

Loss  - the one where it takes time to heal. - TW: mentions death; the loss of a family member

Scars  - the one where you need a little reminder.

Lucky  - the one where you see something that makes your heart melt.

One Of Those Days  - the one where Niall lifts you up.

Father’s Day  - the one where you and your daughter are the luckiest girls in the world.

Instagram Live - the one where you and Niall do the long-distance thing.

The Best Man - my submission for @allficcedup’s TROPETASTIC! Challenge

LIAM:

Stay With Me  - the one where Liam knows what you need. - TW: mentions of anxiety; panic attack

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HARDEGGNOGHAZ HOLIDAY GIVEAWAY

HELLO ALL MY DEAR, LOVELY FOLLOWERS.

To get in spirit for the holidays, I’ve decided to do my first ever giveaway!! The contest will run through all of November, and I will randomly pick winners on December 1st. There will be four winners and four different gifts that I will be giving away. Each gift will come with a personal letter from me! Here’s how to enter:

MUST LIVE IN THE U.S. (I’M SORRYYYYYY)

Must be following me (@hardeggnoghaz)

Must love Harry Styles with your WHOLE HEART (if I don’t see any Harry content on your blog, I’ll remove you from the contest)

Reblog this post

Keep reading

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H.S: Hand in Your Hair

Harry loved your hair. He loved your hair the way you loved sugar on your pancakes and dancing during thunderstorms. When you two first started dating you always noticed him watching you do you hair before going out or glancing at it throughout a conversation. After making it official he got me confident with you, you two were comfortable, that when he started to play with it. He would put his arm around your shoulder then lace a strand or two between his fingers. Now it’s been months and your hair is much longer than when you first two met, now down to your waist, it was often in the way or tangled so you wore it up or braided safely out the way. Harry never liked it up but he also didn’t want you to cut any length off.

You two were at a party for one of Harry’s friends, it wasn’t a rager but there were a lot of bodies and loud music. You didn’t feel comfortable in your dress, you didn’t feel comfortable at this party but you stayed by Harry’s side with a smile and a drink in hand. He asked you to join him, said it would only be for a few hours and you would be home soon enough to watch the new episode of The Good Doctor. Harry laughed at a joke catching your attention, you looked up at him with a smile, he lifted his hand from your waist to push his rouge curls back into place before his arm fell over your shoulders his palm resting on the back of your head as his fingers made a gentle massage and scratch to your scalp before falling to around your neck and laced into the strand you let free from the up do. He glanced over at you with a smile with red lips and glazed eyes from the liquor he gave you a small smile with a light tinge of pink as you reached up to fix the back of your hair.

It wasn’t until you got home with the assistance of an Uber that Harry the short interaction, “I like your hair. ” ‘S soft ‘n smells good ‘n like it when it’s messy.”

You paused as you locked the door and took of your shoes, watching him remove the jacket he’d been tugging at all night, “Yeah? Like it messy?”

With the same pink cheeks he smiled, “Like it is when you let me love on you.”

You laughed softly and let him pull you close to him, he leaned a little more of his weight on you then normal, “Is that so?”

He nuzzled into your neck tucking his nose into your hair and nodded, “Mhm, I do.”

It was a week before he did it again. You were up late binge reading the novel your friend let you borrow curled up in bed wearing his favorite t-shirt when he came in. With his  first day off he decided to head home and see his mom and sister in Cheshire, after a nap on the flight he was home. Expecting you to be asleep he slowly and quietly opened the door and smiled when he found you awake with soft music playing from your phone the book tucked into your knees and cradled between your hands. He closed the door and walked up to you reaching out and ruffling the back of your hair with the gentle massage again only keeping his hand there as you look up with a sleepy smile, “You’re home. Did you have a nice time? Are you hun-”

Fingers tightening your hair he tugged you head back to kiss your lips interrupting you with a deep kiss. You hummed and closed your eyes kissing back, he pulled away and gave you a gently kiss, fingers massaging your scalp where they lay and you lean into it. “I’m fine baby, it’s late though, you should be asleep,” he said it softly against your cheek while observing the way your eyes fluttered open then closed again as his hand gently combed through your hair to fix the mess he left.

You looked up at him as his hand fell away, “I couldn’t, you weren’t home safe yet. I need to shower though, I lost track of time.”

He smiles, “Let’s go shower. I brought us some new shampoo and conditioner…”

With a grin you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him, “Carry me to the shower and maybe I’ll let you wash my hair tonight.”

It was a bad day next time it happened, Harry found you crying on the couch when he came home. You were sobbing into the tissues you barely dragged from the coffee table before the snot started to run. The second he saw you he was in action, rushing to your side he scooped you up and placed you on his lap with your head on his chest, “Hey, hey, hey baby, what’s going on? It’s okay baby, I’m here.”

You sniffled in the tissue you held to your nose as you cried hiding your wet face into the collar of his shirt. He shushed you with gentle words and hugs rubbing your back and kissing your shoulder slowly calming you down. When you managed to get yourself under control and now just sniffling and shivering with sudden gasps you reach around and caught his hand placing it onto your head holding it there until he got the hint. His fingers slowly found their way through your hair and he carefully gave you a few scratches then running his fingers down your neck passed your shoulders and over your back as he detangled the long hairs. You accidentally whined as his rings snagged a few hairs but also because he stopped massaging.

“Shh shh shh, sorry baby, it’s okay, “he whispered as he managed to tug the clunky rings off of his fingers, impatiently you reached back and caught his hand placing it back to your head.

“More.”

He wanted to kiss you because you were being cute but now wasn’t the time, instead he did just as you wished. Setting the rings on the cushion beside you two he brought his fingers through your hair just to quickly return them and give you a gently scratch and massage. THere was no telling how long it had been by the time you’d fallen asleep against him with your arms tucked up to your chest between you two with the tissue in your fist but he didn’t move and he didn’t stop.

At an interview a month later there were some fan questions, most of them about his album and the other ones about his relationship with you. It was always easy to go around the questions with a vaguely kind answer but this time you sat just outside of the stage watching.

The interviewer picked up the note card with the next question, “Harry, there were a lot of fans with the same question so we decided to go ahead and address it. Lately there have been quite a few photos of you and your lovely out and about.” Harry nodded along. “There was always one thing about these photos that the fans seem to be concerned about. And that would be, why is your lovely’s hair always so messy in the back?” Harry laughs and covers his mouth shyly.

The interviewer continues, “there are a two rumors going around. One, that you two can’t get enough of each other or “sex hair” if you will and second that she must not have a hair brush.”

You blush from the side of the stage as Harry glances at you before returning to the question, self consciously you run your hand over your hair, “Uh...well...it would be my fault, yeah but not like not like that it’s just that I like her hair and I uh play with it and I mess it up and uh...yeah...she doesn’t appreciate it so I’m sure I’ll get a talking to now.

With a shake of your head you pull your hair up into a bun, one that Harry will not like but after this he would be lucky if you didn’t go get a trim.

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no more toxic friendships in 2018, no more toxic relationships in 2018 and no more toxic thoughts in 2018 

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H.S: I’m Sorry

Harry wasn’t home which was the new normal for you, with his album being finished and the tour starting he was out of the house more often than he was in it. You figured out pretty fast that you were going to need a distraction, something more than just your stressful homework. You needed something fun to do and while you did have friends that you saw regularly you still spent hours at home alone in the night when your feelings and mind were the worst to you so you started watching Netflix, binge watching everything you could to get your mind off of things. It started with Supernatural then you watched all of American Horror Story which lead you over to Paranormal documentaries but that was scary so you changed it to Criminal Minds which is worse so here you were a few weeks into Harry’s busy schedule and you were knee deep into Grey’s Anatomy.

Curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket and the fan blowing you reclined watching lives get saved. Harry had called a few hours ago to tell you his plans so that you were aware of exactly how late he would be out with the band “bonding” and “rehearsing” for the next year’s work. You knew he was stressed and his streak of perfectionism was not letting him stop and you were okay with that but it’s been nearly a month since you went to bed and he was with you most nights he’d come home and accidently wake you crawling into bed and then wake you again as he snuck out leaving a simple post it in his trail. There was no sitting and talking, no dinner together, there were no slow easy hugs or kisses and all you did was miss him but it’s okay because this is Harry’s dream. He’s just a little extra busy right now, you tell yourself, this will pass and it’ll get better.

Until then you ate as must mac and cheese as you wanted and you watched as many episodes as you wanted. You hadn’t been in the bedroom for five days instead crashing on the couch every night instead, Harry stopped carrying you to bed on the third day. You laid down on the couch ready to start falling asleep when the episode ended expecting to just rewind the show in the morning to pick up where you left off. Halfway through the show your world ended, George O’Malley was not okay. You gasped and sat up in shock, never has a TV show ever hurt you this way. How could they just kill him? He was going to be great! You barely had time to grab the tissue box from the coffee table before you were sobbing. As Meredith tried to save him you sobbed, there was no hope, you’d heard all the warning from Harry’s fans when you shared a tweet about starting season 5, this was the end. As the heart monitor stopped you shook with sobs.

As the door knob turned at the entrance to the house you realized the tears were for more than George, they were for your test score from yesterday and they were for the man who was walking through the door. You missed him and you had been feeding your feelings with sweets and TV shows of love, the love you were sure was going to leave you soon. His boots heels click against the hardwood floor as he made his way towards the tv light. You sniffled and wiped your nose refusing to look towards him. He dropped the coat onto the chair by your makeshift bed and unbuttoned his sleeves allowing you to pull it together for a minute.

“It’s late baby, you should be in bed resting. Don’t you have a test tomorrow?” His voice was soft and unsure like he wasn’t expecting to talk to you tonight.

You looked over with red eyes, “...that was yesterday…”

He frowned like he didn’t understand then looked to the calendar hanging on the fridge, “What? No, no it’s tomorrow remember I’m going to help you study.”

You shook your head, you were getting angry, “No, Harry. No, it was yesterday. I failed it okay? I got a 52%. I royally failed it so no, it’s not tomorrow.”

He shook his head and looked at you, “You should of reminded me! I wanted to help you baby. I’m so sorry I guess I’ve just been-”

“Busy. I know. It’s fine.”

“I’m...sorry but are you actually angry right now? You didn’t tell me.” He was defensive but you knew it was only because he didn’t like fights and this was about to be one.

You stood up off the couch pushing the blanket to the floor, “Oh don’t even try to pin this to me. I don’t wanna fight with you Harry, I have to go to bed, like you said it’s late. I’ll stay in the guest room.” You turned to go down the hall and leave him, to walk away was the only way you could think to prevent the fight.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me. I haven’t seen you all day and you’re picking a fight? I’m working, I’m sorry I’m not at home all the time. I’m sorry I’m not the one sitting in the dark all day and night eating junk food and crying about shitty TV shows. I’m sorry.” He said it with spite, with tension, and he ended with no remorse.

You paused then closed your eyes. Whispering, “I watch tv...to forget. I’m watching these shows to stop feeling so bad. I’m eating shit food because I’m trying to numb the aching in my stomach when I think of you. I am trying to let you be.” You turn around and look at him, standing with his shoulders slumped as he realized what was happening, “I’m crying in the dark because O’Malley died, because my heart hurts, because I miss you and because I’m trying to let you go.”

He stepped closer, “Let me go?”

“I have to let you go, you are so amazing and talented and I’m just a distraction now. You haven’t...kissed me in a week. I...I know you’ve been going out with the band and I know you must have found someone-”

“Found someone?” His voice is loud, panicked.

You keep going, “-you like more than me now. Harry, I love you so much but if I’m not what you want anymore then tell me.”

“Not what I want?” His hands are on you face, his fingers in your hair and his chest against yours. “This is what you think? That I’m cheating?”

You shake your head, “You’ve been gone for a month, you haven’t touched me in weeks. I don’t know who it is or what you’ve been doing and I don’t want to know but I’m letting you go okay?”

His thumbs catch your tears as you finish, your heart is racing and you can feel him breathing so heavy like he’d ran a mile. He wraps his arms around you as you fall apart. He holds you together kissing your head. You cry harder because this has to be it, the end. He rocks you two side to side pressed close together in the dim TV light.

“There’s no one. I’m not...cheating. I’m not...looking at anyone else. I fucked up, I didn’t know that I was doing this to you. You didn’t say-no, I didn’t notice you were hurting and I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’ve been busy and that’s no excuse for the damage I’ve done to you. I thought you were buried in school and hanging out with friend, I thought you sleeping on the couch was you just exhausted from school but...but it’s me. You weren’t sleeping in our bed because of me. I have no excuse for how I’ve been treating you. I as stressed out and I made the choice to be selfish.”

You sobbed into his chest gripping his shirt, “I’m sorry Harry.”

He shook his head, “No. Nothing to be sorry for. I made you feel this way, I made you think those things and I have not been here for you. You do not feel sorry baby, do not.”

You two stand there holding each other tight for a long time, till your heart slows down and your head slows down. His breathing is calm, his hands comforting you more than they have all month. He slowly pulls away, “We will fix this. I’m taking tomorrow off and we are going out.”

You shake your head and start to argue when he interrupts you, kissing your lips softly. It was unsure and painful, like a first kiss it was so unfamiliar. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, faces close together, “No more talking tonight. We are going to shower, eat something and we are going to bed. Together. In our room.”

You looked up at him and nodded, smiling with a red nose, “Okay.”

He kisses you softly, “Okay.”

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Isn’t it weird how you can actually feel the pain in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings

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WHY DOES HE HOLD BABIES LIKE HE’S ALREADY A FATHER OF 3.