[SAVING ELLIOT ONE-SHOT] In which; 1) Finley is a complete and utter twat--wait, no O'Connor is the real twat. and 2) Finley is leaving and O'Connor can't make him stay.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

All she wanted was to witness a miracle.

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

The crazy, stupid story of how I ended up driving my ex-boyfriend 3,000 miles to deliver him to the door step of his current girlfriend and all the adventures and little moments in between. 2014 © punkrockirwun **ON HIATUS INDEFINITELY**

"Well, Miss Alice, Haven't you ever heard of Jack the Ripper?"

"7:15, that's our time."

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas