where a girl gets a message from michael clifford one day, by accident.

"you're a little bitch, you know that?" "yeah, but i'm your bitch." she didn't like that he was a douche, but she loved the way he got her soaked. cover creds to my mary magdeline aka @arcticpeters brighteyedirwin; copyright

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

It all starts in music class; two opposites are paired to craft the picture-perfect tune, though in their case it may simply be just a cluster of melodic noise. || Michael Clifford a.u