Oscar Wilde is without a doubt one of the most outspoken writers ever and here are some of his quotes which will tell you the ugly truth we refuse to acknowledge. This is the ideal sauce book for every wit, public speaker, jokester or raconteur. Hope you enjoy it!!💙🌹 #1 in Oscar Wilde #1 in activist #42 in sexism # 27 in motivational #286 in sarcasm #471 in truth #1 in inspirational

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have one thing in common; neither of them want romance. That's why they go their separate ways after a one night stand with the intention of never exchanging another word. But they're forced into a shared future shortly after. A future where a marriage leaves them as stepbrothers and forbidden feelings grow where they're not supposed to.

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

Louis Tomlinson, the man who built a quarter of the New York City skyline. The most powerful man in the city with a past he would do anything to forget. But he couldn't. Every time he looked at his daughter he was reminded and it was bittersweet. She was his world and even if the rest of the world saw him as heartless and cold, she didn't. There was someone else who saw him for him though, someone he hadn't even realized was in his life. Everyday he walked the park, everyday he saw him and thought nothing of it, until one night changed everything.

They didn't mean to fall for eachother. And they certainly didn't mean to act on their feelings. But a man can only take so much. It wasn't his fault. And it wasn't hers as well. Sometimes people just don't know that there actually is someone out there who they are destined to be with.

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. Disclaimer: I do not own this story and I do not take credit for any of the writing whatsoever! I just wanted to bring an ao3 work to Wattpad because it is one of my favourite Larry Stylinson fanfictions. All credit goes to @100percentsassy and @gloria_andrews on ao3

@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story. I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems. The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed. All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol. Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels. He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him. Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life? Warnings: Trauma, death.

Charlesden is home of everything boring, where nothing exciting ever happens. Harry dreams of being more than a small-town boy and craves for more, and then in walks a mysterious Louis Tomlinson to turn his life upside-down. Here's to a seventies romance, so much confusion, and some good goddamn music.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Eroda. No land quite like it. When Harry stumbles into Louis's inn during a storm, looking for a place to stay, Louis is immediately entranced. Harry is quiet and keeps himself to himself, an invisible raincloud constantly hovering above his head. Louis is quite like the the sun, looking to brighten everyone's day. Will the two eventually bond? Or will it be too late? // feb 2021-may 2021 twitter & instagram= twinklingpiscess