❝i grabbed it first❞ ❝be a gentleman and give me it before i kick your non existent balls❞ ❝do you know who i am?❞ ❝big whoop you are harry styles, let me find a fuck to give❞ | © all rights reserved | @vintedge |

in which a boy who can't remember and a girl that refuses to fall out of love with him attempt to fix the damage the both of them did to each other. Sequel to the buddy system.

in which a pessimistic girl that can't seem to get over her fathers death and a stupid boy with a fondness towards semi-aquatic animals learn how to fall in love with the help of a little something called The Buddy System. completed: december 2, 2015

What happens when the people who used to live in your new home are still there? ~ "They can't save you, darling, you're mine now"

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

being a normal teenager is boring, being a teenage fangirl is exciting, being a person that you fangirl about i- wait what? [[Under grammar/vocabular editing]]

✿ it's true- a blog can turn your life around.

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.