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ALRIGHT, PAUSE.
HARRY TURNED THIRTY MOTHERFUCKING YEARS OLD THIS VERY MINUTE.
and i truly am not one for sentiment but...stream the wedding song by reneé rapp.
no but in all honesty,
harry you ARE my addiction, i'll never get bored of it.
you're something steady i can fall into when i need a little reassurance and a comfortable safe space for me to express my individuality and admire yours. you're so remarkably unique and witty. you emit such a vibrant and positive aura that invites people around you to gather and listen to the stories you have to share.
i'm so enthralled by the fragments of your life that i─so luckily─get to peek inside at. from the summery pleasing designs (in love, i mean, IN LOVE with my shroom bloom set) to both your INDESCRIBABLY impactful and extensive tours to your glamorous street-bound outfits, to all three astronomically crafted records, even my beloved merchandise that seeks out and unites harries DAILY,
or words and analogies pulled from your suffocating past told because you want to mend OUR futures, anddd your few on-screen acting projects were so beyond striking!
you've achieved a level of success beyond the cash or the fame because you've not only lifted me from a nearly dysfunctional state but inspired me to continue to pursue my passions, with hopes that i may shine half as bright as my modest little angel.
the talent, the depth, the soul, the passion.
you're a fuckin legend, haz.
have the best 30th spin around the sun imaginable.
all the love, xx
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