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DISCONTINUED Y/n Is a girl who has lived in London her whole life. She never left but simply... faded until she wasn't noticed. She lived that way for years until she goes to a new apartment and meets Dan Howell. He notices.

DISCONTINUED :(( they call you cry baby, cry baby, so you laugh through your tears ✧ pastel!dan punk!phil based on melanie martinez's album 'cry baby'

"we can be all poetic and shit and lose our minds together?" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found Not ready to be found I'm just a lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy" - Lost Boy - Troye Sivan - Daniel James Howell Patient 231 Problems: Depression, suicidal, insomnia, bulimic Philip Michael Lester Patient 104 Problems: Suicidal, anorexic, schizophrenia, anxiety Warnings: self harm, swearing, maybe smut, depression, thoughts of suicide, bulimia, etc;

Phil doesn't have a best friend in his life. That is, until Dan turns up at his school. They become close and Phil finds out that Dan has a twin brother, but hates to talk about him. It's not until Phil comes over to Dan's house that he finds out why.

Dan is a dancer, but it's his best kept secret. Moving to a new college results in new friends, new hobbies and a new outlook in life; but what does it really mean to be human? A series of strange and seemingly unconnected events unfold that all seem to link back to Dan's mysterious new boyfriend. etcetc phan with kickthestickz This story carries some warnings, however they're p much all spoilers except non-graphic violence and injury on one occasion, and non-described minor character death. No major character death and no self harm. Please message me if you think you'll need to know the TWs! To avoid spoilers, you can give me a list of things you don't want to read for whatever reason and I'll let you know if they're in the fic or not :)

Sometimes when things get wet in the rain they start to crumble and fall apart, under the pressure. That's exactly what happened to the breaking mask of Draco Malfoy when his past threatened to drown him. To push him under the waters of his darkness and not let him rise up to breathe. Maybe she could help him. Maybe she could keep him afloat. Maybe he was not completely lost just yet. Or maybe, life had other plans that could plunge both of them into deeper, darker waters.

WARNING: I seriously hate this story. Read at your own risk. It CLEARLY gets better with each chapter, as my writing skill improved- but it starts with a disgusting cliche. Looking back now, it seems silly. It seems silly to think that, after all the jokes, stares, and meaningful silences, we'd still only be friends. It seems silly to think that I'd tried so hard to go against the very thing I wanted. It seems silly to think that he and I couldn't see what the future held for us. Mark and I, well it was only a matter of tempting fate.

"Hey PJ, how've you been?" "Who's PJ? • Bad grammar and such intended • Trigger Warning: depression, mentions of suicide ### -completed as of 3/1/16-