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Phantom [h.s] by peahchels
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The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]
PAPARAZZI - h.s. by arietem
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"No. No you don't understand. This guy is worse. He's not like your usual pain-in-the-fucking-arse pap. This guy. This guy is a fucking creep." a psychological harry styles au story. All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem
Baby Doll (Harry Styles) by Wonderwall123
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In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014
real || h.s. by wandezvous
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in which Blue thinks nothing is real
Cabin Three // h.s. au by inthepants
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What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]
the woodstock festival - h.s. by arietem
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☮ It was the unforgettable summer of 69' during the Woodstock Festival, where the legendary tune of Jimi Hendrix' Purple Haze floated into the misty morning air. It was in between camp tents and small fires in the late night, where love was equal and peace was everything. Where the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and creativity. While listening to legendary performances, and laying in the grass with the summer sun kissing our tanned skin. That was the summer I learnt what love was really about - and took part of what is still considered an iconic event for the cultural generation of the flower children with their slogan 'make love not war'. That was the summer I fell in love with a curly haired boy wearing a flower crown, whose smile and kind eyes I would never truly forget again. ✿ cover by @fvixola ✿ WARNING: this story contains use of psychedelic drugs. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem
the journal - h.s. by arietem
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"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem