tw//self-harm
tyler sat in the middle of his own destruction.
papers are on the floor, there's glass everywhere, his bed and hair is disheveled, and his face has tear stains, and his arm has permanent scars
YOU ARE READING
butterflies ~joshler~ ✓
Fanfiction"why do you do that?" "do what?" "talk in italian." tyler smiled. "quindi quando parlo di quanto sei carino, non sarai in grado di capirmi." "...what?" ~ in which josh is a shy boy with blue hair, and tyler is an outgoing person who plays ukulele. ...
