but his eyes are so pretty and his lips are so pretty and his throat is so pretty, all of him, pretty, the skin stretched out over his cheeks, the bones of his hands, pretty. it’s funny how pretty he is except that it’s not really funny at all.
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how can i keep from singing ~ troyler
Fanfictioni'd never fall in love with him anyway because boys like me only fall into beds, not love / troyler au-ish poetry bc why the heck not. i update very randomly and whenever i feel like it
