Elva

Omg i have not been on here for a hot minute 
          
          ANYWAY
          I WENT TO LTWT LAST NIGHT. IN COPENHAGEN. WHEN I TELL YOU I COULD LITERALLY SEE HIS TATTOOS. DETAILED. THATS HOW CLOSE I WAS. 
          
          Pcd tho<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

been dead here for a while, i have a good reason cause ive been reading tts, anyways startign victorian boy cause hellhole aid so

Y’all I need lesbian smut recs *insert rolling eyes emoji*

THIS FIC IS GONNA BE THE FUCKIN DETATH OF ME UDHWUIGDVIUEWRHVRIUHVIQC IM CRYING LITERALLY FUCKIN CRYING CAUSE THIS MF JUST FUCKIN DID THAT AND I CANT DO IT ANYMORE

HELP IM IN FUCKIN TEARS AGAIN 
          
          "last night made me realise, louis youre one of those people"
          
          FOOK NO NO NO NO NO I CANT DEAL WITH THIS

HELP WHY IS Y&N HARRY SO FUCKING RELATABLE IT FUCKING HURTS (i am aware i speleled that wrong but i cant spell) 
          LIKE THIS FIOR ECAMPLE
          
          “Harry Edward Styles,” he says, scooting closer and laying his hand atop Harry’s arm. Its stiffens, but Harry doesn’t move it away. “You have all these thoughts in your brain that aren’t true, they’re simply not true. But the thing is, I’m not allowed in there, right? I’m not allowed inside your brain because it’s quite a small place and there’s no proper entrance.” Harry laughs, his skin warming. He’s still not looking at Louis, but his smile lingers. “But if I could, if I could find a door and shrink myself to proper size, I would go in there, Harry. I’d go in and pick out all those terrible thoughts. I’d dig them out and peel them off the walls and clean them out from the corners because they’re simply not true. And I don’t want you, someone like you, to waste a second of the day thinking that they are because you have the world in front of you. You’re not like anybody else. Nobody. You’re the only one, Harry, the only one, and that’s so important. That’s so important, and even if you have a flaw here, a flaw there, a bit of luggage in your pockets…that’s all right. That’s all right because….”
          
          Louis searches for the words, searches as Harry now stares at him, eyes wide and shimmering, shock and trepidation caught under the lids.
          
          Louis swallows. "Because, ‘Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic,’”
          
          THIS PART HURT TOOO MUC TO READ I FUCKING CRIED NGL

Yk what really hurts?? 
          This- 
          
          “If im a novel” Harry says and his smile might have grown even wider which makes Louis’ feet feel jittery “then what are you? A childrens book?” 
          
          Louis laughs it blends with the sun “probably a fairytale to be exact” he smiles sincerely stuffing his hands deeper into his jacket pockets absentmindedly rubbing  his chin along the warmth of the scarf wrapped tightly around his neck
          
          “Which one then? Peter Pan?” He says it with more fondness than mockery and that alone sends Louis into spirals of warmth and flattery
          
          He might never get over Harry being kind which is fine
          
          “Probably yeah” Louis laughs again his voice sounding gentler than it probably ever has and he tilts his head as he observes Harry his flimsy jumper ruffling in the ice breezes 
          
          “Forever young” he smiles “and immature” 
          
          OUCH THAT FUCKIN HURT IM SLRRY 

yk when you have that sudden urge to rewatch young royals again??

HELP i just published a chapter YALL BETTER GO READ IT its the reverse twilight thing *insert sobbing emoji*

ANYGAYs ima go watch the larry marathin cause that was too much zarry shiit