#1 in Travis Phelps! "Now I know what this is all about." Sal's voice shakes as he speaks, looking at me with sadness in his eyes. "You don't love me, Travis." My lungs feel like theyre filled with barbed wire and warm tears pool in my eyes. "Sal, p-please.. I love you so-" "YOU WHAT?" He shouts, a sob catches in my throat and his next words break my heart, "I can't believe I thought you had changed, you fucking asshole."

my headcanons for the game sally face

Jeremy Heere had always been into girls. If you want to be more specific, Christine Canigula. That was a fact well known to he and his best friend, Michael Mell until Jeremy found himself having weird, unexplainable dreams about that aforementioned 'best friend'. Will they stay simply best friends forever, or will this alter their dynamic forever? Find out as Jeremy, Michael, and their friends go through a series of up and downs consisting of hidden secrets, school gossip and fragile friendships. **** Credit to Alvistem on Devianart for the cover art!! Characters do not belong to me, but plot does. If you take any ideas from the book, let me know! I'd love to see, but please do not take major plot twists or trademarks from this story please, or just don't make a replica of this book bc that's not cool thanks!!

"You know Connor, you look great in black, but i like you better in red." {} Evan is has social anxiety and is dealing with suicidal thoughts. Connor is dealing with a self harm and drug addiction while also having suicidal thoughts. The world is dark, pitch black even, but maybe they could find a small glow of light in each other.

"woah hansen, breathe." evan struggled for air, attempting to focus only on what the boy knelt in front of him was saying. he let out a strangled sob and his eyes clouded with tears, he could no longer see connor but he could feel the boys grip wrapped around his forearms. he channelled all his thoughts to that contact between him and connor, and began to find a steady breathing pattern to follow. deep breath in, 1-2-3-4, and out, 1-2-3-4. 'don't pass out, evan, don't pass out', he told himself. in, 1-2-3-4, out, 1-2-3-4. and before long, he was back, connor searching his eyes for some kind of sign that the attack was over, his face etched with concern. "that's it, just breathe." - lowercase intended. read the first chapter for triggers and other notes💗

zoe murphy's diary

"Do I know you from somewhere?" "I don't believe so..." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° quick lil thing~ It's been nine years since high school, Jared works at Starbucks and Evan needs help with life. there's not a lot of Kleinsen so I'm here to deliver. (slow updates)

His name was Evan Hansen, and he would not lose his boyfriend. 5/24: #605 in fanfiction 5/27: #455 in fanfiction 5/29: #427 in fanfiction

"Oh, darling, what we had wasn't real, or even close to real. I put my leg out and you tripped and fell for me. It was your mistake, not mine. And, sweetie pie, if you're still falling I suggest you stop and save yourself because let's make one thing clear, I won't ever catch feelings for you." ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ started: august 6, 2017 DISCONTINUED. #860 in fan fiction: 10/13/17 #837 in fan fiction: 10/14/17 #425 in fan fiction: 10/15/17 ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ © 2017, Nikki (cupsoftae)

{cover art by gayradsaddad on tumblr} Connor Murphy is the new kid at school. His mission, or perhaps his mother's, is to make a friend. One friend. One friend and his mom will be off his back. But Connor's first impression is that he's an angry monster, so where in the world is this friend of his supposed to pop from? Perhaps, Connor doesn't exactly need to make a real friend. Maybe, just maybe, a fill-in friend is just enough. 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 Copyright 2017 ©; All Rights Reserved.