When Skye falls for the tall, tattooed, cigarette smoking, mohawked, grunge, drop dead sexy junior Matty in freshman year, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. It's sophomore year, and she's still in love with him. He's a senior. They have so much in common, they both love poetry. They both wear grunge clothing and love to be alone. They're a perfect match. There's only one problem. He has no idea she exists. That is, until the day he does. And her life changes completely.

‹The sound of heavy drums, guitar riffs and muffled screaming kept me awake yet another night. "You got to be kidding me", I groaned to myself as I turned around in my bed to face the small clock on a table next to me. 3am. "I'm going to kill 'em." Yes, I was talking to myself. Yes, it was 3am and the thought of another sleepless night nearly drove me insane. Yes, I was going to get up now. Yes, I felt quite pathetic. [...] Before I could overthink the whole thing I was already standing in front of his house. Ringing the door bell. Once. Twice. Still loud music. A third time. Silence. Lovely. A few moments later the door flew open, exposing a lanky boy, dressed all black and white and with a mess of hair. "Yeah?", he looked slightly confused. Probably he didn't even recognize me. "Right, if you guys could just please stop playing music for like two hours or just turn down the volume a bit - I know it's Punk and it's probably like super uncool to listen to quiet Punk but really there are people that actually go to school and can't sleep through the whole day ..." I kept on rambling a bit, I wasn't shouting but I was surely angry. Sleep was a sensitve topic to me. "You know we're not just listening to music, we're doing music." he stated as I finally finished.›

A Matthew Healy fan fiction △ Going to a completely new world. Applying for an internship and bumping into your favorite band's frontman? Stressful, adventurous and exciting. Find out what happens to the photographer to be, Jamie Silver as she embarks on her journey in Manchester and finding new stuff, and love maybe

Decisions are constantly being made. A decision can be something as small as what colour to paint your nails or something as big as your career path. The decision I made that night was only small, but changed my purpose in life. Choosing to go to the local supermarket to buy new hair dye late at night was a decision that effected me beyond imaginable words. #34 in #the1975

// if you could only hear what I said, you'd see I'm not scared anymore. //