February {l.s}
"I know that this instrument isn't only wood and strips of metal, it comes alive. It burns and singes. It sings and cries. It heals my mental scars and wounds with its soft melody." /almaceleste2014 short story
"I know that this instrument isn't only wood and strips of metal, it comes alive. It burns and singes. It sings and cries. It heals my mental scars and wounds with its soft melody." /almaceleste2014 short story
"Guess what? This isn't a fairy tale, life isn't a book. You don't get your happy ending, because the truth is it never ends" /larrysstrawberry© don't be a cunt and steal my idea./
Louis is an actor who feels like he's done nothing, and Harry's an inventor, trying to make new things. /larrysstrawberry2014/
The show must go on. He couldn't help it. - Harry dances and Louis can't shut up. {this is a work of fiction. none of this ever happened.}
The ink spilled across the paper gracefully, Only to create a small curly haired boy that somehow mustered his way into his thoughts. //Larrysstrawberry 2014.//. ONE SHOT