Just a (bad) fanfic about you and Joji because I haven't seen many. *Only set as mature because there is only a little bit of smut.*

"I was fascinated by his words, but where we really met was in the silence behind them."

ahh the beautiful fandom of George / Francis of the Filth / Joji Miller. these are just lil cute ( n naughti hehe >;) ) imagines of u n the majestic georgieo. nyways thanks4reading and I hope you enjoy :) started on August 20th.

I keep his music on repeat. I can't help but want to listen to his voice. It's like honey dripping down my throat and soothing my stomach. The raw emotions poured into his music reflects him. The honey in my belly melts once it hears his voice playing. So sweet and so sticky. One thing I learned is that bees make sweet and supple honey, yet they sting.

I tried

You are a normal girl, with a good and amazing past, Well that's what everyone thinks... You live in a small apartment but with big dreams. The only thing stopping you is the boy next door. He makes too much noise and sometimes it affects you more than it should. But who is this... The boy next door? You went to Harvard and thought "I will be big!" In the end. You work in a store and your only friend... Is Paper Towns, the book. (Look, dude, I wrote this back in middle school. Stop catching my mistakes and just read it for fun or get out. Also please don't show this to Joji, I lost all my dignity writing this story anyway) (UPDATE UPDATE YO I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO HOLY SHITTT Just a few days ago I got to see Joji in concert and I am absolutely in love with that man. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk)

I keep this posted for shits and giggles. This entire story is a trauma block. Wrote it when I was 12.