win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

TIME DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU © 2018 mars

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

"You may be able to boss me around getting you your fucking coffees and making your appointments at work everyday." Harry began in a low voice, grabbing a fistful of my hair, bringing my head back against his broad shoulder as my body quivered before him. "But here," He continued, lips grazing against the shell of my ear as he pressed me further down onto my bed, uttering one last sentence that made chills run across my spine in the best way as his grip around my curls tightened. "You answer to me."