| It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry... And forget to live.

Stats: One Daddy, One Papa, One Lost Girl, One Lost Boy, One furry barky thing, One shy turtle, One noisy bird, Two angry cats, and lots and lots of love.

Hiiiii. I'm Harry. 20 years young, 1/5 of One Direction. I'm still trying to figure out... well, everything. But for the meantime I know for sure that I'm I'm a father, and a husband; I'm kind of hopelessly in love with a pair of lost boys and an angelic lost girl. || AIM: damn.hazza

myeyesstayred:

I just had a realization…

There’s a new person and Harry hasn’t said hi.

Someone get the thermometer and the chicken soup, Hazza’s ill.

I’m not ill. 

But I won’t say no to chicken soup. 



  1. ohdamnhazza reblogged this from myeyesstayred-blog and added:
    I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want your chicken soup. In fact, I don’t know you.
  2. myeyesstayred-blog reblogged this from ohdamnhazza and added:
    You’re ill. You’re on your death bed. You were singing Love Like Whoa at an obnoxious volume last time I hung out with...
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