"he says he cannot see the weight i feel myself carry but i am an unstable giant in a small boy's body, i expand through my skin like my bones are a prison, i feel dark hands pushing against my ribs, i can hear something screaming if i just listen late nights, late nights, where the giant in me sinks her teeth deeply...
Harry Styles is a sad mess of a boy who kind of thinks about dying all the time, stutters ferociously when nervous, sings very well but doesn’t think so, meets a band, sort of joins that band, falls in love with the short one with the nice butt and pretty blue eyes, deals with his “father’s” increasing violence toward...
I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)