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.*

Two boys. That's all they thought they were, and that's all they thought they would ever be. Two boys. Two boys that had a whole lot of emotions, but never wanted to share them. Two boys. Two boys that fell for each other, but thought the other hadn't. Two boys. Two boys that are just a little bit messed up. Two boys. Update, those two boys are really messed up. Two boys named Tyler and Josh.

"no," troye spat, pushing himself as far away from jacob as he could. "you're no different than the rest of them! i thought you were different, b-but you're not!" "troye-please-" jacob gasped. but it was too late. troye was gone. {a tracob texting fic}

[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4

IN WHICH A GUY NAMED OLIVER IS USING PHIL'S PICTURES AND DAN FALLS FOR HIS TRAP

you're the color of everything that's ever meant anything