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list of things you can do this august
live for the hope of it all
cancel plans
meet me behind the mall
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Why are you fat?
cause everytime i fuck your dad he makes me a sandwich
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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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if cats don't want to be carried like babies then maybe they should've thought about that before deciding to be baby shaped
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i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands
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I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!! anyways
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In Bold Self Portraits, Atong Atem Vividly Frames Relationships Between Identity and Culture
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Harry about the Spitgate.
— New York, night X. (07/09)
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just opened tumblr.com and this was the exact journey i took
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“I guess that was what happened when girls with a need for academic validation grew up. They developed a praise kink.”
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Twisted Lies, Ana Huang
Truer words have never been spoken before.
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my love
summary: a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife
pairing: ceo,husband!harry styles x pregnant,wife!reader
warnings: none! just fluff
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You were in Bloomingdale’s, a blubbering, pregnant mess to be exact. Staring at the array of newborn baby clothes.
You weren’t really sure what happened. The only thing you did know was you wanted Harry and you’d deal with the guilt of bothering him at work later.
Your phone was to your ear in seconds, as you waited patiently for your husband to pick up.
“Hi, angel,” harry greets you gently.
“H—“
“Woah” Harry stands up immediately from his desk. You’ve said one letter, yet he can immediately hear how stuffed you are and the shakiness in your voice. You’ve been crying and he doesn’t like that one bit. He’s praying nothing serious has happened to you or the baby, and that you’ve just watched an SPCA commercial or the ending of Avatar: The Last Airbender, or maybe you've just read a novel.
“Love? You alright, what is it?”
“I— I’m at the mall, in Bloomingdale’s shopping for the baby, and I don’t know what’s wrong, but I just started crying. The clothes are so small and cute, Harry. I think it’s the hormones…” you wipe at your tears. Trying to make sure no one was around to witness a pregnant woman lose her mind. You especially didn’t need to see it in magazines.
“Okay, okay. Just breathe, love. Probably a bit overwhelmed, huh?” he speaks softly into the phone.
“I think so?” you stammer.
“Which mall are you at?” He asks, gathering his keys, packing his backpack and briefcase, and locking his office door.
“I’m at Simons, but you don’t have to drive all the way over here, just wanted to talk to you, H”
“Nonsense. I’ll be there in a few alright, beautiful? Just stay put.”
“Okay,” you mumble. You tried your best to hide the excitement and lack of guilt you were feeling about getting to see Harry earlier than you would have.
But you missed him and the kiss goodbye you got earlier was not enough.
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Harry walks towards you in a stoic stride, adorned in one of his many custom suits; his hair perfectly styled and curled to his shoulders. Before you know it his hands cradle your cheeks, thumbs wiping under your eyes as he pampers you, “All right, my love? Don’t have to break anyone’s face?” he jokes, smiling when you giggle.
He encases your body into his (as close he can with your belly in the way) one hand rubbing up and down your back, then places a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
“You find anything you like?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well, then let’s look around.”
He takes hold of your hand while using the other to hold your shopping bag.
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“Ooo, look at this Harry! It’s so cute,” you turn to him, holding a pale-pink, cable knit cardigan with matching bloomers.
“Put anything you want in the bag, my love,”
So you do, shopping together to your heart's desire for your baby girl. With Harry, there was no such thing as a limit. Leading to you picking up anything you thought was cute. A crochet, fruit embroidered romper; A Ralph Lauren pink, striped, oxford dress; a pair of the smallest, cutest uggs; a tulle dress. And other things you two thought were cute.
During your shopping, Harry picks up a phone call as you shop around him.
“Styles.” He answers.
“H,” you whisper, holding up a hat.
He smiles, holding up an okay before kissing your cheek quickly.
“I won’t be back for the day..”
You look up at him, confused. You’re about to argue when he holds up a finger to his lips. He loves you, but god are you stubborn.
“..So make sure Stacy finishes her report and drops it off precisely at three, no extension. And Tony isn’t on his arse all day.”
He hangs up when the conversation is over. Surprised when your arms wrap around his neck and your lips smash on his.
His arms wrap around your torso, bunching up the silk dress that draped over your bump perfectly.
You pull away, “That was hot.”
His cheeks tint as he does his signature smirk. That was not helping you calm down In any way.
“Don’t look all bashful,” you nip his bottom lip. “Did you bring the car with the really tinted windows?” You ask against his lips.
“Yes,” he husks, raising a hand to grasp the back of your neck.
“Let’s hurry and check out,” you kiss him one more time. Hand-in-hand, you drag him to the register. All while Harry follows like a love sick puppy.
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“That’ll be $1,108. Will you be paying with cash or card, today?”
Harry answers with card. He doesn’t react to the long number as he hands them his black American Express.
Yeah, he was definitely getting lucky.
Harry gathers both shopping bags in one hand, while the other locks with yours. He carefully, but quickly ushers the both of you to his car.
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if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3
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Everyone shut up about loving Summer I will literally kill Summer with my bare hand if i could
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