"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."

you're so pretty when you cry

fluff n angst

just love me.

how i imagine tracob texting looks like

straight with gay tendencies

Troye met a boy Short story

(god does not approve) who knew love could be such a sweet sin?

in which troye works at jacob's favourite thrift store.

"it's been two years since the disappearance of perth's troye mellet. there isn't much we know about the disappearance, officials have already marked him as dead. although the people still burn candles in hopes that perth's golden boy will return home."