Ugly : clifford a.u
"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."
"Don't sit next to me." "Why not?" "I'm ugly." "Nice to meet you ugly, I'm blind."
"your order will be getting to you shortly." "sweet, thanks! bye, i love you!" "i love you too!" "..." © zaynkillers, 2015 (cover made by mclahey)
[COMPLETED] "in this year i've learnt how to live with what god gave me, but i've also learnt that i'm in love with my best friend's girlfriend."
The only relationship she's ever been in is with sickness and the only relationship he's ever been in is with rejection. They overcome their horrible experiences with life together to realize that with him, she feels a lot less sick, and that with her, he feels a lot less lonely. ======== cover by @nialovelis
❝i'm bananas for you.❞ ❝let's never split?❞ or ; in which two people communicate via cheesy pick up lines and wrinkled notes © idea by lukeguitars, written by moi [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own 5 seconds of summer, although i do wish i owned michael clifford ; also , i do...
they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)
“who knew that a simple game of sims could turn our lives around like this?” all rights reserved. copyright © monroe james [@anchorate]
where a nosy, bitch with a severe attitude problem meets her match. [ © jay illon, 2015 ] cover by @michaelclifford
Anonymous said: "Hey! I love your blog, where are you from? "Hey anon! I'm from New Zealand, how about you?" // in which michael anonymously messages luke's girlfriends bestfriend on Tumblr // Book 3 in the Social Media Series.
where Elle loves Michael and Michael loves feeling loved *** Badlands Series: Book One
Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.
{sequel to Internet Friends} to: ivy my wivey ~sent at 4:35 am~ did you know that ivy leaves can be used as medicine? because i think you're the cure to my lonely heart to: CATson ~sent at 4:47~ wtf carson it's almost 5 am go to sleep and i'll see you tomorrow
There are 100 million calls every year, and almost 80.000 serious calls every day. But one of those serious calls can lead to something. It can lead to wide grins, sighs of relief, and maybe love. But it can also lead to never ending silence, and pain. / highest ranking: fanfiction #152 &mystery/thriller #301 / [cover...
~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected
in which she's an abigail breslin fan | 492 in fanfiction | 284 in short story | © impediment 2015
"we are siamese if you please-" "shut the fuck up luke and itch my crotch." luke and michael are inseperable, literally. copyright; brighteyedirwin
"you're a little bitch, you know that?" "yeah, but i'm your bitch." she didn't like that he was a douche, but she loved the way he got her soaked. cover creds to my mary magdeline aka @arcticpeters brighteyedirwin; copyright
"i have infinite tenderness for you. and i always will, my whole life." their love was as beautiful as the blue dye that laced the pale boy's hair, yet just as impermable, for with weather and wear it bled away, never to be forgotten. [based on the acclaimed film of the same name] cover by my darling @arcticpeters cop...
tor·ren·tial / təˈren(t)SHəl / adj. / falling rapidly and in copious quantities. Michael was caught in a storm, Octavia. cover creds to the loml @arcticpeters; copyright @brighteyedirwin
"What, are you like an axe murder or something?", luke chuckled. I just laughed too, because he had no fucking clue. #207 in fanfiction ::: 9/25/15 [ lowercase intended ] cover by bbg @arcticpeters copyright; brighteyedirwin
sirgin (noun) a slut that pretends to be a virgin © 2014, acidgrvnge All Rights Reserved.
Girls like her aren't meant to be with boys like Michael Clifford. [cover credit to dipdyed_youtubers]
COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."
(coming soon) He was a musician that played on the corner. No one knew who he was; he was just there. For he was Michael Clifford, the guitar phenom.