❝if I was so important to you, why did you leave me in the first place?❞ ❝because I'm a fuck up, and I desperately want to be your fuck up.❞ all rights reserved © xocaitxo

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015

Another modern day Hamilton lams FanFiction

"Is that why she always loved the rain?" 「 Rain- the symbolism humans depict as sadness, darkness, the feeling of discontent and depression 」 "it's my fault wasn't it"

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get him somewhere. Welcome to my life. Special Thanks to: Augustus Waters Hazel Grace Lancaster Peter Van Houten And of course... Our beloved John Green, an amazing author who can bring characters and plots to life and who made this story possible. A/N ~~ There will be the use of one direct quote from TFIOS for AIA. Details in this story were inspired by the book. I do not claim ownership of them. All credits go to John Green. All rights reserved.

New schools are supposed to be filled with great new experiences, new friends, new rules to (never) break. And for Dallon, that proves to be correct. Pulling pranks, skipping class, nothing he'd ever done before, all said new experiences under his belt. And to make it even better, they'd all been accomplished with the aid of the incredibly stunning (and enticing, and gorgeous, and heartbroken for the 56th time) Brendon Urie from down the hall, and his other partners in crime, Pete, Patrick, and Ryan. Everything goes according to the nonexistent plan. Well, at least it does for the first 218 days. .:..::...:::...::..:. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" .:..::...:::...::..:. Based on Looking For Alaska because I love that book

❝according to Benji, you have layers.❞ all rights reserved © xocaitxo