almas que se consumen ☹ jalex
"Hay almas a las que uno quiere asomarse, como a una ventana llena de sol." -Federico García Lorca. padaledger © Todos los derechos reservados.
"Hay almas a las que uno quiere asomarse, como a una ventana llena de sol." -Federico García Lorca. padaledger © Todos los derechos reservados.
"Well fuck you too, Paul!" I yelled as my Mom's boyfriend stormed back down the stairs. Boarding school? Fucking boarding school? What the hell are they thinking? Everyone knows that those shitholes are just full of dickhead guys and slutty girls. Well, I'll show them. Anything's better than staying with Mom and that...
Jack Barakat has had enough of being upset with his life and is taking charge of his own happiness. He pledges to never revert back to his old self, and be who he truly is. Even if who he truly is attracts Alex Gaskarth, the asshole.
One minute - that's all it takes for me to fall in love with the dusty blonde haired stranger and for Alex to be certain with the identity of his next victim - me. And there I was; drugged, tied to a mattress, raped, attacked and yet I felt guilty. It was my fault Alex was like this. I wasn't complying. I'd messed up...
Alex has to face moving away from London to Baltimore, Maryland in the USA and has to come to terms with making new friends at his new school. What he doesn't know is what this holds for him and what a boy called Jack does to his life...
jack is typing... alex is typing... possible trigger warnings: swearing and caps lock yall ready for this
Pierre se define como un chico feliz y sociable. Se lleva bien con todo el mundo, pero nunca se separa de Chuck, su mejor amigo. Tiene problemas, como cualquier otro adolescente, pero son tan insignificantes que no repercuten en su vida. El tercer día de clase llega un alumno nuevo, David. David es un chico extremada...
(Jalex, boyxboy, mini-fic) "Como me gustaría que el mundo volviera a ser cursi. Que la humanidad recuperara el sentido romántico de la vida y junto a el, la tradición de los noviazgos largos, las serenatas, las cartitas perfumadas, los apretones de mano entre las rejas de los balcones. Como me gustaría vivir en un mun...