Unlikely (H.S.)

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~Harper~

"And, yeah! That's it. I hope you try out these raspberry white chocolate scones! Trust me, this was SO MUCH EASIER than you think it's gonna be, and they're so yummy, and light and fluffy and so delicious, so please just give them a try. Love you guys and I hope you come back for another chaotic baking experience with me!"

I reach forward and end the recording, and sigh a breath of relief. I may be feeling a lot better about the editing and posting of my videos, but that doesn't mean that I don't have crippling anxiety after every single video I shoot. It took a bit to get to this point. I admit I was slightly, fuck that, not slightly, incredibly apprehensive when I started posting on "HarperHangs," but since I have developed a decent following of like 6,000 and people are consistently commenting and interacting with my posts, I will continue to give the people what they want. I am so proud of how far I have come since I started posting last November. My then boyfriend was rather adamant that I was wasting my time doing this, constantly reminding me that I have a real job that would pay me more if I put more of an effort into it. This was partly why that relationship came to an abrupt close. This whole debacle was essentially the breaking point. But looking back, I realize how utterly fucked up that entire relationship was and as hard as it was at the time to end it, I am happy I got out of it when I did.

"Alexa, play "The Tortured Poets Department" on Spotify," I call out to my Alexa as I settle myself on the couch to edit my video down from the 30 minutes of footage to a reasonable length. I watch myself back, internally cringing more than one who posts herself online should, but I can truly see how much better I've gotten on film. I seem much more natural, and I am making jokes and smiling. I do notice that the lighting is kind of shitty, so I make a note that I am going to have to invest in a new lighting setup, the ring light just isn't doing it anymore. It takes me another 45 minutes, or like 9 Taylor songs, to edit the video, write out my white chocolate raspberry scone recipe, before it is ready to upload TikTok. I have been contemplating moving into YouTube, but I feel like then I would have to get better filming equipment, since I am just using my phone at the moment. And although I may take pride in my 6,000 followers, it really doesn't pay me anything, other than the rare PR packages I get. And aside from the numerous DMs I get begging for me to start an OnlyFans, I really don't feel like posting feet pics is going to get me very far in the writing world, so I better keep working on both my content and my writing abilities.

While I am playing with the cover image for my video for like the fifth time, my phone starts going off like crazy.

Daphne: HARPS, come drink with meeeeee

plsssss

don't be fucking lameeeee

Amalia isn't here yet and drinking alone isn't fun when I'm not trying to get laid and I got laid this afternoon so I'm good for tonight

Most beautiful dick I have ever seen, licked, or been fucked with

I could paint portraits in honour of this dick, Harper

It has this plump, pink tip and it was thick but not weirdly thick, but like thiccccc thick✨✨✨

And I think I fell in love with it

Idk if Douglas felt that way about my vageen but I hope he'll see us again

I love you

Hurry up

I'll buy you a spicy margggggg 🌶️ they're shit, but they're trying

I'm at ravens 🐦‍⬛

Amalia is on her way..... But you live closer, so be here faster