He was so, so beautiful. And not in just the physical way. He was beautiful in what he was. Fire and smoke and tall things and candy and laughter and football games he didn't care about and music that he did and I will never be able to forget any of that, and I can't say that I ever want to. *** This story will contain upsetting thoughts and actions because of the fact that it's written from the view of a depressed human being. & i would edit this (considering it was written about two years back), but it's cool to leave things where they are. enjoy my older writing, dudes xx

THE AUTHOR OF THIS FIC IS @takenbyphun ON TWITTER // NOT MY FIC A teenager with Asperger's Syndrome who loves poetry meets a person his age and he seems fascinated by what shade of red their hair is.

josh wonders how he's lived twenty one years without tyler.

Josh drinks to have fun Tyler drinks to get drunk Josh wants to swim Tyler wants to drown

josh's goal is to seduce this so called straight boy. (don't read this it's so cringeworthy)

tylerrjoseph is typing... A/n: i absolutely hate this story.

josh likes to leave notes in tyler's locker. // short story // lowercase intended //

spøøky jim is typing... - where two boys meet through a weird group chat on kik and end up being best friends. more than best friends. duh. also messed up shit happens every now and then so aka mature content; mentions of: drugs, violence, alcohol, language depression, and suicide [2015-2017] completed. 【september 5th - july 6th! 】 highest rank in fanfiction: '16 nov 21: #469 '16 nov 26: #462 - all rights reserved to | a f t | (aka @dormantsins)

After a tragic car accident, Josh is put in a full body cast next to a mysterious man. The two are forced to room together for the next few months. Tyler has fluid in his lungs and once a day, every day for an hour, he must sit up to help drain the fluid. His bed is next to a window, and the window sill looks really nice. Every day, Tyler describes to Josh, the man who can't move to see, the various and beautiful sceneries he sees through the window. It's all so beautiful and pure poetry.

"new chat with spookyjim" // lowercase intended //