deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry

after being taken out of his abusive home, alex is sent to a group home for boys, where he soon learns the harshness of reality as backstories and tragic pasts are revealed. as he gets closer to everyone, he finds himself falling for one boy in particular, but jack is completely against any type of relationship. alex makes it his goal to get jack to open his heart up to love again, but will he be able to help Jack overcome the horrors of his past while trying to run from his own? basically everyone is gay and mentally ill and it's a mixture of sadness and the most adorable moments between all these couples

Perish(TM) Basically issa 🅱witter gc between Our Boys that Travis started Includes a decent amount of Vine References Bless

"I thought he had feelings for me, but I was wrong. He deluded me." or In which Luke agrees to a bet where he has to fool his best mate's sister into thinking he likes her, but also has to get her to sleep with him. 2020 foolshemmo

For all that George Daniel love.

imagines about your fav emo noodle boy (ft. the rest of the 1975) [ not all of these are mine ] - imagines are closed !!

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015

Calum Hood Imagines originally made by me. | Requests are open | Recommendation: Demon Calum Series | 604k reads 12.3k votes

Kendall Carney always had her head in a book. Alex Gaskarth was your typical punk high school senior. What do two polar opposites have in common? An English teacher who gives a pen pal project. The catch? You don't know the other person's name. All you know is their address. Dear Book-Girl, Everyday at school, from the second I step out of my car, I'm searching for you. I look for anybody who fits your description of yourself. But I keep coming up empty handed. Maybe I'm looking too hard and you're right in front of me, but maybe I'm not looking hard enough. Maybe you're sitting in that one corner I forget to check everyday during lunch reading a book. Maybe you're not even real. Maybe this is all a dream and all of these emotions I feel while writing you aren't real. Maybe. Love Your Pen Pal, Guitar-Guy

I ran away, but I didn't turn out how I expected