in which words seem to combine into poems // i'm a hoe for poetry

Kill Switch was a lone Killjoy for as long as she could remember. However, A certain group of Killjoys is trying to change that. At desperate times, who are you going to call for help? *Has cursing/bad language (Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story besides Kill Switch, and I in no way own My Chemical Romance. ) #3 in dangerdays : 07/19/2020

Ghost Revolver and her team of ragtag Killjoys- that was how it always was. Nothing could change that, or at least that's what she wanted to believe. Enter the Fabulous Killjoys. They find her, and take her back to her friends. But it might be pointless. Disclaimer: I do not own the Fabulous Killjoys, and uh yeah.

volume 3 of me laughing at my own jokes

troye sivan moves to los angeles to pursue his singing career. connor franta lives in the apartment next door to his. the apartment walls are thin as paper. troye sivan has a boyfriend named carlos. connor wishes he had a boyfriend named troye. they're friends. * begun: march 6, 2016 ended: * warning(s): some anxiety attacks and a messy plotline.

all my smol poetry...

tired ˈtī(ə)rd/ adjective in need of sleep or rest; weary. "Fisher rubbed his tired eyes" synonyms: exhausted, worn out, weary, fatigued, dog-tired, dead beat, bone-tired, ready to drop, drained, zonked, wasted, enervated, jaded; ☆☆☆☆ Gay boy trying to deal with life

bants, vents, rants, and more | wishing i could be aesthetically pleasing like other bant books

whatever goes on inside my head.