Blue hues stared into my own as your hand griped mine in a shake. You were the talent everyone had been telling me about. The man whose name I had heard a million times without ever meeting. This was only the beginning of our Glory. I don't own Bastille or anything from them just own my ideas I created in this story. In Top 10 for Bastille Yes it's long as all heck, but it follows pretty much every year up to a certain album.

maybe it wasn't insanity that plagued his mind. maybe it wasn't anything that plagued his mind, just simply how his mind was created. it wasn't created very well; his mind deteriorating at his every thought. but maybe his mind would help find someone who would drag him out of the pits insanity and feel a flicker of sanity in the world. //TRIGGER WARNING\\ [suicide] [self injury] [mental illness]

Really, it was just spontaneous fighting, Peter Pan, a carton of noodles, a magic eight ball, and a few other people that simultaneously knocked Tyler and Josh on their ass. *** In which Josh is a musician with a personality like a thunderstorm, Tyler is a messy asshole that can't seem to remember that he has a boyfriend, and both of them hate each other.

"Courtney, what do you fear? Do you have any fears?" "Dementophobia." "What does that mean?" "The fear of going insane." {ONCE WAS #207 IN FANFICTION}