Who knew that single picture could result to this?

He was pretty and he loved it. He loved the feeling of women's clothes. He loved the stroke of a brand new mascara against his long, beautiful eyelashes that his sparkling eyes shimmered beneath. I felt myself falling more everyday. And I loved that.

we're broken, we're broken people [SLOW UPDATES]

Bradley couldn't speak without stuttering, so he decided to write down his feelings instead.

in which there are a lot of things tristan doesn't know about himself, but when he finds an unconscious boy in the trunk of his car, it may lead him to finding out who he really is.

❝Do you believe in love at first sight?❞ ❝I don't know curly, that's pretty debatable, but in this case it certainly was.❞ ❝What?❞ ☯ // warning: pretty slow updates //

"This is the story of my senior year of high school, and how I was forced into an unlikely friendship with an unlikely person, and how we both fucked each other's lives up." AU: Tristan is a senior who is just hoping to stay alive 'til June so he can graduate and get the hell out of high school. Brad is a junior who was hopeful for the future, until he finds out he's sick at the start of the year. Tristan visits Brad's house because his mother made him, and then he visits again. And again, and again ...

'Fine' isn't 'happily ever after'. There's always something to spoil happiness, no matter what. Letting things and people go is a part of life. A very harsh one, to be honest. The way Bradley had to do it was the worse.

"I'm so glad you're okay Tristan!" I ran up and hugged him. "Thank you but who are you?" "I'm brad ...you don't know me?" I asked there standing frozen. "Nope should I?"

It's not easy to love someone during the 80's, principally if you're gay. Bradley and Tristan had to keep their relationship in secret, but this Christmas their wish I that one day that ugly reality for homosexual people would change and they would be free to be themselves. For now they keep hiding and sneaking out during parties.