in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

Dear Dan, I thought I should start writing letters to you. I know it's cheesy, but I've always been accused of being a hopeless romantic. I guess people are right - love drives you crazy. - Phil © 2015 -oceanrising

"next!" "right, can I have the large combo of fries please?" "side with my cum in it? "what?" "uh, l o l, what?" 》》》》 or where louis is a worker and sneaks in little notes into another guy's order who comes in everyday. {spin off to wal-mart candy} all rights reserved, cover done by larrywho {yo}

❝you're the boy who keeps putting candy in my cart?❞ ❝yeah,❞ ❝dude, what the fuck. why?❞ ❝because each one of them reminds me of you,❞ in which a walmart clerk secretly puts notes and a piece inside another boy's cart who comes everyday. all rights reserved, cover done by larrywho (yo) 7/28/14: fanfiction: #831, teenfiction: #977

louist91: I kinda really wanna suck your dick louist91: no homo tho ••••• {HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in FanFiction}

My name isn't really all that important right now. But I might as well tell you because you'll have to find out sooner or later. I'm Harry Styles, and I'm gay. I have been my whole life. I lost the love of my life sixty-four years ago. I think about him everyday, and all I ever want to do is talk about him. But I have no one left. I've got no one to talk to. All I do everyday is sit in this old rickity house and pretend he's still snuggled up against me on the couch. I've lived here since I was born, and I moved in with Him when I was eighteen. But I'll start right from the beginning and tell you everything, don't worry. I'm glad that your listening...because no one else would. {Where Harry tells you his tragic love story}