Un coup de foudre: "a strike of lightning"; love at first sight. Until the words "there is a new student joining us" are uttered, Brendon Urie is completely alone. The new student, it turns out, is a French psychology nerd by the name of Dallon Weekes, clad in dark-toned scarves and deep pockets to store all the pills he's taking. Placebo, he tells them. No one questions it. ~MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS~ Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/nostrilartist/playlist/0rGFsSVddT2zciP31MOMkv

My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion does is install a narrow tunnel into his eyes, a conviction like no other. "Isn't every writer?" All Allen Ginsberg needs is a library book on rhyme and meter, things he absolutely abhors for being so ever present yet things he requires for his blog article. What he finds is rather a young librarian and writer by the name of Lucien Carr, choking on cigarettes and booze and the glamorous life of deterioration -- and just like his writing, it's quite magnificent. ~~Wattpad Featured Book 19 September, 2016~~

My name is Vixen. Vixen Simms. My sister is Juliet Simms. We are twin sisters. She has a band called Automatic Loveletter which is playing Warped Tour this year. Read this story to find out how I met my soulmate, Andy Biersack.