#stylingmrstyles

Oh my gosssssshhhh. The pain. He’s not only terrified and in darkness but he’s alone :( Doesn’t know what’s going on :(((( He’s a sweetie that doesn’t deserve it. 

stylingmrstyles replied to your post: “Ah! Thank you for making a peter/George fic! They were my faves from...”

This sounds so so good ����

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Lowkey would lose all my chill if you wrote either peter/george or more naylorry pls

bakingblues replied to your post: “Ah! Thank you for making a peter/George fic! They were my faves from...”

I'm so excited you've written more of your naylorry WWII fic! It's one of my faves. Will it be posted ever? ��

Well! I’m so glad you all think so!! I think I’m most intrigued by their backstory?? And I find it really interesting that there’s an end point. Makes everything more sad :((((

I got 0. I clicked a few second late on the button because I was busy explaining to my colleagues that I’m buying tickets for Harry Styles, not Harry Potter. And then only tickets in the upper far sections were left :( I hate getting my hopes up

had a similar experience today

Seems like it´s the twitchy eye season. I´ve had it for about two weeks now. Lovely innit.

Happy birthday dear Meggie. I turned 30 this year too and it's- awesome?? Ehm

thanks, love! i’m actually glad to be turning 30. one of my older coworkers thought that was the strangest thing when i said that because she said she hated turning 30. but over the last few months, i’ve sort of realised that, “wow i’m gonna be 30 time to be an adult.” i’m sick of living in an apartment that looks much like it did when i moved in after i graduated college seven and a half years ago—half-decorated, filled with boxes of stuff that i don’t need or want, furniture and other belongings that came from my apartment when i briefly lived in nyc and my bedrooms at my mom’s and dad’s houses and my dorm and my boyfriend’s old apartment and things my old roommate left behind—and i’m done with making excuses (i.e. “i’m only in my twenties!” and “i don’t make enough money to buy some nice new furniture or decorate nicely.”) because now i’m 30 and have a decent-paying job and really just need to get my shit together.