Looks can be deceiving. (SLOW UPDATES)

"HOW CAN YOU SEE INTO MY EYES LIKE OPEN DOORS" "DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT" "DUNUNUNUNUN NNNN" "LEADING YOU DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB" "WITHOUT A SOUL" "(WOAAAH)" "MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD IT BACK. HOME." "WAKE ME UP" "WAKE ME UP INSI-" "CAN'T WAKE UP" "WAKE ME UP INSID-" "SAVE MEEE" (This fic is actually, surprisingly, serious) collab with nxncybxy

you started chatting with plantboyphil. started; febuary 10, 2016 ended; april 28, 2016

in love on this ride on this rise on this fall *old and awful. honestly only keeping it up bc some of it is too hilariously ironic* *literally, it sucks. read ph or any other of my books instead. thanks*

he had paint on his hands and for the first time in a long time troye wanted to touch someone //long way home // låpsley// *could be triggering for some people. mentions of abuse, anxiety, and depression. please be safe.*