empty person

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messy little OotP meeting doodle
((cuz @asktheboywholived got striped pants and a long jacket))

does anyone else develop crushes just to Feel something??? like I’ll end up liking someone just because I like the rush of happiness that the feelings give me and seeing them gives me something to look forward to etc. then my delusional self will believe that he likes me back even though we’ve barely even interacted and I’ll constantly have intense feelings of happiness, love, heartbreak, anger and sadness

my favorite fics [46/?]

Chasing Empty Spaces by @domestic-harry; 79k, read on ao3

Summary: The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

I am learning how to function without the weight of you over me like a
cloud
I am learning to watch my favorite films without thinking about how many times you’ve loved it more than me
I’m listening to my favorite genre
without remembering you introducing me,
My coffee is strong and black and even the way it drips reminds me you are drinking the same every morning.
Somehow it is a reminder that every time you called my lips perfect just to kiss them you were writing poems about someone else’s
The coffee stains my lips the same way your words did,
A constant reminder,
You go to my favorite record store,
You buy clothes at the same thrift shops I go to twice a month
It’s a miracle we never run into one another
I’m forgetting how the sound of your guitar was my guide and I’m
forgetting the sound of your voice,
How it could bring me back in a second.
I don’t look down in the shower when I can help it because my own body is a reminder
The rain is a reminder
Everything that was once about you I need to rewrite and
I must rewire my brain to not think of your eyes when the clouds part in winter
I always ask myself
How many ways can you phrase the same song?
Why am I writing this if its not about you?
—  Rinse and Repeat