"Once you check in, you never check out."

The flowers that grew inside of Calum's body were beautiful petals of gentle lilac and playful gold, but he couldn't breathe with them inside his lungs. There was two solutions: make his lover reciprocate his feelings or to cut the plants out of his body and forget about that person forever, and there was no way in hell he would want to forget him so it left him with just one choice. The problem was Ashton wasn't gay, so what could he do?

we're different kinds of artists. we both know the world can be a shitty place. we both have ways of making our own parts of it better. you use music. i use spray cans. or, the one where she's a little fucked, and he's a little curious about the mystery hidden behind her eyes. || Michael Clifford || COMPLETED 04.07.19