"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.

dear ashton, please wake up.

"ashton: good morning lucas" "luke: i hate you"

luke doesn't know how to say the sentences he writes.

the story of how luke and ashton fall in love with each other in office cubicles beside each other. in which, luke has a habit of annoying ashton but ashton secretly enjoys it. - "why is there a bear in my office?!" - "why did sarah from accounting run out of your office on fire?" - "police! open up!" - "knock knock." - "did you know that mona lisa didn't have eyebrows?" - [lowercase intended] © 2014-2015 -violence All rights reserved.

One shot Larry basata sulla canzone 'Green Eyes' dei Coldplay. ITALIAN TRANSLATION. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. Credits to http://jellyfishes-fanfic.tumblr.com

Just a collection of thoughts and poems I like. More for me to look back on then anything but I want to share what I've found personal. (Reached #129 on poetry)

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