"I miss you, I miss you." "No you don't, now please stop." "But I miss you damn it, why can't you realize that?" | a michael clifford fanfiction|

caution: just letting you know, I wrote this years ago, so some things may not add up. I won't change them because most of you understand what I'm trying to say. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors. enjoy reading! 'listen here red, we're gonna send each other a selfie a day, with a caption.' 'i don't know you.' 'yeah, i don't know you either, but that's how we'll get to know each other.' 'why me?' 'you seem interesting.' 'promise you're not weird?' 'promise. i'm the guy with the black hair and squishy face.' 'alright, i'll do it.' 'great. selfies start tomorrow. rules are: we can't know each others names or where each other live. can't wait to get started. (;'

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

"will you be here tomorrow?" "same time, as always." book two of the suicide series.

dear damn diary, i hate myself for loving michael clifford. - carmina

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

COMPLETED - 6. 20. 2014 // ❝why did you call me gorgeous?❞ ❝because you are❞ © captivitea [two-thousand-&-fourteen] ((caution: I wrote this when I was like 12 so excuse my terrible writing, and I apologize in advance lol))

the rhythm of your body isn't enough for me. I want more then this. I need more then this.