unknown number, 7:04pm: this is george and alex, right? george, 7:05pm: fuck off alex, 7:05pm: please don't message us again

"𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒖𝒉-𝒉𝒖𝒉 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑, 𝒚𝒖𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒕, 𝒖𝒉-𝒉𝒖𝒉"

"take me to your best friend's house, normally we're making out."

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔫. 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔰. 𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯-𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡.

a separate works collection for works that arent exclusively george/alex i write and are centred around best boy imallexx title and cover from the music video of 'nausea' by jeff rosenstock

a lot of alex's choices never happen well thought through. he has a lot to fix.

"𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒊'𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"

i wrote this as a joke to be honest, god help u all

"What's wrong with us?" He muttered, his head up against mine through the wooden door. "We are the broken ones" I reply, my heart sinking just at the thought "And I never love in the first place". I was right. Love was a stranger to me, that wore different masks everytime it slipped passed.

"𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆"