In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

PHILGON ; MM BABY CANT YOU SEE ; TEXTING FIC

"would it be weird if i said i was thinking about you?" "no, it'd be quite fitting, since i was thinking about you too" ♡⚣♡ in which two strangers sit next to each other on a ferris wheel

[COMPLETE] Dan sends anonymous texts to his bully, Phil. Bad decisions lead to unrefined, sloppy, disgusting love. warnings; -panic attacks -hurt/comfort -self harm -eating disorder

N O H O M O

[complete] i want to be there so you don't have to be brave ; copyright © 2017

"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me. (but please dont i'm a different person now) and yeah this has triggers for depression, self harm, uhhhh attempted suicide??? cheating i think?? TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS!! idk imma read this real quick and add all the triggers or whatever. read if you want but idk go read some fluff stop with the antsy shit it'll only hurt your heart.)

Dear Phil, It's three am. I can't sleep. So, I'm writing to you.

Young Dan Howell, who lives with his alcoholic father, lost his mother to cancer less than a year ago, and is killing himself. Phil Lester, a boy picked on for his weight, lives alone from the rest of the world in a rehab center while trying to recover from severe anorexia. When a concerned teacher suggests Dan seek help, the two lonely worlds collide. Maybe all they need for help is each other. (Rating: Mature! Very angsty! Read at your own risk! Triggers: self harm, eating disorder, suicide. A little swearing. A little smutty, a little fluffy)

The first time I saw him everything in my head went quiet. - short phan one shot based on neil hilborn's poem 'ocd'