Fish boy I call him. He likes fish for some reason... I think it's cute.

bite your tongue don't say anything, you look perfect in this light to me

Tracob ------------------- "I wish I was as cool as you" "hmm?" "I don't know. I'm just a spark and you're a boom." "Baby, the sparks the most important part. It's the igniter." "What do you mean?" Then the boom kissed the spark and there was an explosion

"why can't you kiss me when you're sober?" troye questions his words slurring as he left a finger trail down jacob's red swollen kissed lips. "i don't wanna like you," he mumbles a yawn falling from his lips. "but you do sober or not," (tracob college au)

"You like him don't you?" My little sister says suddenly. "What no i don't like him, he's my best friend," I reply unconvincingly "Even if he's your best friend doesn't mean you can't like him. Besides I see the way you look at him." Her smile growing bigger. I nudge her playfully. "Whatever it's progress." I say smiling at her. ¡WARNING! Triggers of abuse and violence (not a lot)

the one where troye has slept with every boy on campus, except one.

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.*

{{ part two of psychedelia }} It's been two years since Dan moved out of the apartment to go to a rehabilitation centre, and in that space of time he's heard nothing from Phil. Not even a "hello." Dan's scared that Phil's moved on and forgotten about him, and since they both stopped vlogging Dan doesn't know what's happening in Phil's life. Is he still living in London? Has he moved back to Manchester? Is he even alive? So now that Dan is finally off his medication and he's completely clean, he should be happy again, right? Sometimes, the most painful thing is when the person who you share all of your best memories with becomes a slowly fading memory, and you can't do anything except watch and scream as the past disappears, almost like it never existed in the first place. And it fucking hurts. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, MENTIONS OF DRUGS, VIOLENCE, HIGH LEVELS OF ANGST, BULIMIA, AND THEMES OF SUICIDE. IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS.

"you kind of remind me of stars; you only shine at night when no one is watching." (lower case intended // trigger warning)

it was only one night.