TRIGGERS A new kid moved in town and decided to sit next to the kid known as the schools bisexual freak, he was quiet, he left messages, became friends with josh and met a few in a forest This was a mistake for the new boy Tyler For he was not just a regular teenage boy

Dear diary... -May be a little triggering so be careful- ✔️ Completed

Kellin and Vic start messing around at church camp. Because, of course, nothing could go wrong with that.

Alan Ashby finds himself living in an orphanage after a night gone wrong with his abusive father [cover by: @spacedrugs]

Sequel to The Broken Generation and Collab w/ @KellicXxForever Sometimes things don't work out the way you plan. Things change, people change and everything can seem like its falling apart, but Austin, Alan, Kellin and Vic are all in for the ride of their life. But they all know one thing, They're never giving up.

wanderlust [WON-der-luhst] n., a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about One day, Kellin decides to escape his Oregon hometown by taking a one-man trip to California. While there, he doesn’t plan for his car to get stolen by a devious ex. He doesn’t plan on having to follow smart-ass clues to get it back. He doesn’t plan on enlisting the help of a hurricane named Vic Fuentes. And Kellin certainly doesn’t plan on falling in love with him.

We were enemies by birth. We were in love by choice. [trigger warning for like three chapters]

Vic Fuentes has a strict policy against having anything to do with people such as strippers, prostitutes, and porn stars. He also has a raging crush on the quiet, mysterious Kellin Quinn. So for Vic’s eighteenth birthday, his friends decide to throw him a party with a special guest: a male stripper. Named Kellin Quinn.

third book (final) in The Broken Generation Austin and Alan have finally moved on since the disappearance of their best friends but what happens when they find them in New York City of all places acting as though nothing happened? *SLOW UPDATES*

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx