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Currently counting down the days till London!!


Reading this :D
Listening to this :D

harrywantsababy:

"YAAAAAS HARRY GET IT WITH THAT BLONDE GIRL ON THE BULL YAAAAS"

harry: [shoves her off onto the ground and keeps riding like he was born to do it]


doncasturbate:

[puts hair in bun] [straddles metal bull]


September 24 | 8:00 | 479♥ | doncasturbate

b-lusty:

HARRY STYLES riding a mechanical bull at The Trophy Room in Austin, TX (if you use this please credit it)


September 24 | 8:00 | 8555♥ | okaywork | b-lusty

benwinstagram:

harry puts his hair in a bun when he gon ride #confirmed


September 24 | 7:58 | 962♥ | benwinstagram

legohousedea:

harry knows how to ride it #confirmed


September 24 | 7:26 | 554♥ | lourryislove | legohousedea

harry riding a mechanical bull x/x


September 24 | 7:24 | 3375♥ | lourrye | haroldzayn

likeafieldmouse:

The first ever photographs of lightning shot by amateur photographer William N. Jennings between 1885 and 1890


  • Harry: *gracefully dodges bras and panties to flirt with dads and young men and share pregnancy tips with pregnant women*


September 23 | 8:34 | 41177♥ | mcqueeny | weheartit.com

Before:
I whispered your name inside a paper bag,
sealed it with my mouth, and held it
with two hands, fragile.
The instructions were to breathe you in
full and wanting, but I took a U-turn
somewhere between seeing you with her
and seeing you without her.
Both times, I pulled the breaks, closed my eyes,
hoping for an immediate traffic, for cars
to line up on my spine to keep me from running
towards a possible heartbreak.
I drive towards you instead.


After:
I still shop at midnight for cold milk,
opened fridges just to close them again,
opened doors to just let myself out.
Nowadays, I don’t let people in—they only leave
stains on my carpet, they park their cars wrong,
they keep asking questions
and I have but mistakes for answers.
Somewhere in these gaps I take a shower,
water the pea plants on my window, still finding time
to whisper a part of you inside that paper bag.
First, your name. Then, mine.
I tell myself that that was the one place
we had each other.
When I opened it again, I realized
I never had you, you were only ever a whisper.

Kharla M. BrilloBefore and After  (via pouvoires)


September 23 | 1:38 | 236♥ | pouvoires
SML