#h2w

[greenjeweledforest]

Writing a DBQ

[colossal-niamh]

I’m listening to the new How2 Wrestling episode and I really hope someone tells Joann about the DDT King of Street tournament. It is exactly what she said she was looking for from the Kenny vs Mike Angel match

[myplasticheart]

A batch of new releases from @how2workhk are stocked and loaded on myplasticheart.con including A boy by @b.wingb.wing , Unio by @009lifejam , Woo pig by Kohei Ogawa , Oniki by @playstudiohk , and the trio of Tycoco/Yaya/Spooky by @kasinglung #aboy #kasinglung #designertoys #h2w #myplasticheart #how2work (at myplasticheart) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfw5pcJOq1z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[decorwiselove]

#zimomo #sofubitoys #h2w #figure #monster https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx4bXIZhFRD/?igshid=zpd945dx2dit

[mjf819]

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#abaie #h2w #eastvale #mytpg.com

[hcrrow]

Story aesthetic: How to Win Friends and Influence People   by @olivieblake​

“I don’t understand,” Harry interrupted, frowning. “Are you in danger, Nott? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No,” Theo growled, obviously bristling. “I just - ”

He broke off, shaking his head, and pulled out of Harry’s reach.

“You’re not just you,” Theo said flatly. “You’re Harry Potter. You’re a fucking myth. You’re a legend. You’re the face of the Ministry, the head of this department, but it’s more than that. You’re a good guy,” he said painfully, and this, Harry understood, was the itch he couldn’t quite scratch; the impalpable crux of the issue. “And this is the thing, Potter, because I’m not. I’m a fucking villain,” Theo muttered, stepping away, “and you’re a hero, and - ”

“No,” Harry cut in firmly, grabbing hold of him and shoving him back against the desk. “Don’t call me that,” he snapped. “You don’t get to say that shit, Theo. You know me better than that - you know me better than everyone,” he growled, taking hold of Theo’s face with one hand, “and if this is what you say it is, then you don’t get to call me what everyone else calls me.”

[gurrenthal]

me waiting for @olivieblake to update h2w knowing my ass is gonna be late af to work in the morning

[h0wtowrite]

Thoughts

I have always been thinking why I read like crazy. I admit, reading makes me feel happy. That somehow, in some sick twisted thing, I know, I have something. That something is my imagination. I have thought, and thought about it.

It's because the Book has everything I don't have. I'm not an anti-social. But I'd rather pick a Book than go out with friends. I'd rather stay home and fiddle with my phone rather than talking to my friends. And I'd rather be alone than to have a company I don't want.

But it makes me feel lonely. It makes me feel what I really am. Alone. Scared. And my thoughts always speak louder, and keeps on getting louder, and louder. Sometimes, I feel like it over powers me and that's why I am who I am. I never hide those thoughts. Because they scream at me, they scream and scream at me. Since I couldn't be honest to myself, I need to be honest with others.

I want to be honest with myself. I want my thoughts to talk me out of my own thoughts.

My mind thinks of stuffs I can't have, all of the things I don't have. I want to have someone to talk to. To be honest with. Someone who wouldn't judge. Someone I can say, "I tried to do it. And for the first time, the marks are there and it scares me because if someone finds out, I don't have a way out," I want a guy. I've always been fond of them. I think they're better than girls. They judge, but they are more on the truth than basing something out of nothing. They're more... real than girls.

In all honesty, I want a guy best friend who has a back bone. Who I can lean on, and while I wait for that day, I have... Microsoft Word, Wattpad, and a Book as mine. As my escape.