as he walked around my art shop, admiring all the paintings that i had spent hours on, i realized that he was different then most of the people that had entered my shop. he really took in all the details, that even the art freaks that enter my shop don't even take in. he was different, and i liked it. so, i documented it all in my diary. (the colors in the beginning of the chapters are for aesthetic purposes. they look better with the pages being black) (huge shoutout to @jen06707 for helping me create the description for this book!)

❝ you are and always will be a boy, regardless of what is displayed on the outside. ❞

I was trapped with him in an asylum. And he was a fucking maniac.

When Gabrielle Joseph moves town and starts a new school, she doesn't expect to feel such a strange connection to the boy that everyone avoids. Dallon Weekes AU. © panicaythedisco

in which brendon is a recovering drug addict; or atleast trying. and dallon is just a pastel flower boi who gets a text from a unknown number. ©brendonyurri creds to @SPELLBOOKZ for cover idea

time moves fast when you can't even talk. -tw