[COMPLETE] Eleanora likes doing weird things for simple reasons, like attending every single gig the band 'White Eskimo' plays, purely because she thinks the lead singer, Harry Styles, is kinda cute. And Harry kind of likes that. A lot. [AU in which White Eskimo got a record deal and are now touring the country, stopping at clubs and bars in hope to make it onto the scene. One Direction don't exist, and there's a girl (at this point the band aren't sure of her name) who likes to follow them around wherever they go and she may or may not have the most complicated personality ever.] [Cover: someweirdhipster] [Words: 31,000]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

Ed loved her. He promised her that he would never let her down. He helped her through her addiction and unwelcome carrier. They would be together forever, until she overdosed and died. What would he do, when the love of his life was gone? Get Drunk. But what about after that? Would there ever be someone else? Yes. The love of his life's sister. Bonded by the sharing of grief and loss, a relationship bloomed. Unexpected, completely wrong, but this love was even greater than the one before. A relationship built, and a Lego House stands tall, through loss of a child, through break ups, through love, through sadness, through everything, a Lego House is born and the relationship always, always, goes on +.

He could've opened it right then and there, making the whole process move quicker, but he slipped it into his jacket pocket, bringing his eyes back up to a normal level, moving forward. The paper was now his, it was no longer in a confused state of lost as well as found. It was simply found. Found by a boy who was blind to the hate in the world. Blind to love. A boy blind to loss.