GOLD & FLOWERS // tronnor
@troyesivan: @connorfranta can i marry you holy fuck @connorfranta: @troyesivan buy me aesthetics first - where two boys fall in love via twitter.
@troyesivan: @connorfranta can i marry you holy fuck @connorfranta: @troyesivan buy me aesthetics first - where two boys fall in love via twitter.
How would you feel if you had a clock on your wrist that told you to the exact second when you are going to meet your soul mate? The love of your life. The one that you are suppose to spend the rest of your life with. For Troye, a hit man working for the notorious Dan and Phil, and Connor, a highly experienced photogr...
Connor thinks that Troye is a narcissistic asshole who only does one-night stands. Troye thinks that Connor is an obnoxious jock who is friends only with fuckboys. They are both wrong.
they were best friends until the crash. then, connor has an imaginary friend. then, he forgets. years later, troye comes back, and he's very, very real. - told from the pov of connor and an oc, his twin sister. troye's kind an asshole in this. highly unrecommend.
Connor Franta: an 18 year old orphan who escaped his foster home at 14 and has been on the run with a group of nationally-known teen criminals ever since. Then he gets caught. Waking up in a prison facility, Connor realizes why La Crescent, Minnesota holds the birthplace of his nightmares. He will learn why that so c...
where connor takes photographs for his website and hates smoking while troye performs his songs at a club and smokes. WARNING: yes, i am romancing smoking. dom!troye
Troye Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete mis...
the one where troye forgets the one person who was always there for him.
Every relationship begins in the first nanosecond. It introduces itself in a minute, and sets in by the the hour. A new day is a spectacle by it's lonesome, let alone with six following. Seven consecutive sets of twenty-four hours, waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours...