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. ...
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 sa...
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 b...
"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}