I Could Use Luck

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟕.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reblogged and sent me an ask after last chapter ❣️ I might not have gotten through all the asks yet, but know that I see all of you and I appreciate you more than I will ever find the right words to articulate 🌟 Thank you for the kind words and for reminding me of how fun it is to post my stories on here! Love you sm sm sm 🥰

Tuesday, 4 November 2017

One of the worst things Y/N knew of was seeing someone she cared about go through something troubling. If she knew them well enough, it would be written out on their face and in their gestures, making it so that she could not ever look past it and pretend everything was alright. Her ability to read people, to understand their wants and to see when something was off, was something she had crafted over many years of being a people pleaser. Now, it came naturally to her to study a person’s way of acting, talking, being, and then make them happy accordingly.

Okumaya devam et

SAW A TWEET TODAY THAT WAS LIKE “TODAY IS THE 21RST OF SEPTEMBER ON THE 21RST YEAR OF THE 21RST CENTURY” 

harry can only drive well when he’s going backwards

this is an announcement for all the non-americans in the world. today's date is a palindrome. happy 12-11-21 to all of you!

*sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he did that” *sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he did that” *sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he did that” *sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he did that” *sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he did that” *sees a picture of harry* “i can’t believe he

Happy 27th Birthday, Harry! ❤

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔.𝟔𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Thursday, 13 September 2018

Y/N felt weird. She had felt like this most days over the past three months. It was as if her body was restless, wanting to do something that her head did not know what was, and so she had found herself walking about her house in Nottingham, trying to find an answer somewhere that had never revealed itself. Sometimes, she looked out at the front of the house as if waiting for something or someone. Maybe Marcela would show herself again, maybe Finian or Kit would drive up and explain everything. But nothing happened. Nothing at all.

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