make this chaos count.

while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.

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hm

hmmmmm

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i'm gonna be on edmund yay

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not sure why i'm so depressed but i am

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we don’t talk much at all, like at all but you love louis so by default i think you’re swaggy as heck. all your muses are so amazing?? i don’t know, i’ve been intimidated by you since i came across daxton like ten years ago, i really like exaggerating, but you totally get my point. you’re also very, very pretty and your eyebrow game is strong as heck, you seem like a real lovely person, and i hope we talk and rp more because you’re definitely one of my favourites and i have seen you sad sometimes and you shouldn’t be sad you should be happy because you’re a wonderful person!! and i don’t know you’re too cool for me to even approach what’s that about?? daxton, bryce, edmund and all your other babies (if you still have them) are seriously the bomb, just like you and kian adores bryce (secretly) and lucas thinks he’s pretty swaggy too because well he’s just funky simple as that i make little sense when i’m being nice about people, but it’s whatever i just hope you’re happy because you’re a beautiful person and i know life can be poopy but one day you’ll be married to louis tomlinson or something so life gets better!! 

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insouciantmentality:

         This always happens and it frustrates him because he’s grown so attached to Bryce— he misses him after what? A few days? A week? And so, he found himself wandering the streets until he’d come across him, without a clue on what he was actually planning on saying. Turns out, he didn’t end up saying anything since he merely walked up to him, using his hands to cup his face and pressing his lips to Bryce’s.

       "Jared --- no.." He mumbled out between the kiss, his hands pressing gently to the base of his shoulders. It's not that he didn't want the kiss, the absence of Jared's lips against his own for so long was a mere tragic event and Bryce couldn't take it. But, the fact that his mind was scrambled to the point where he didn't know where he wanted to go or do worried him. He couldn't do this right now, he couldn't have it. "S-Stop."

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               Well doesn’t Bryce just have that effect on people? Or was it just Eve? That feeling of fluttering and even in his natural habitat, the one where he’s so calm and quiet, Bryce manages to get goosebumps to raise. Only now, he’s a bit flustered and confused. Anxious on what to say like he was fourteen again. His finger stops, resting on the knee as he just looks at Bryce, blinking blankly. Thankfully with the red of the room, and the overall dull color, it would be hard to see the red forming at his cheeks. Nibbling on his lips for a moment, he was about to say something, a witty retort back to his words, but he had come up with nothing. So instead, his tall body bent down, nudging Bryce slightly with his nose, his long eyelashes fluttering shut as he kissed him. Softly for once. Nothing filled with lust or deep passion. It was sweet; and the way his fingers glided over the whole of his leg just to press the pads of his fingers gently against his jaw only added to the simplistic action. He didn’t want it to be like the ones they’d had.

       This kiss was enough to give him life and allow fireworks to burst into his brain like never before. His entire body melted into a puddle of mush against Eve's broader, much taller body. This kiss was never heated, nothing too in depth, and extremely kinky like their other ones had been -- it was different. Subtle, almost. Bryce's hands pressed gently against the middle of Eve's back, trying to pull him closer only in the slightest. His moth never opened either, it was one of those closed mouth kisses that Bryce has never really had before. It was always intense tongue action and sweaty palms featuring heavy, shallow breathing into someone's mouth. Oh, but this was different. His long eyelashes fluttered upon the reddened cheek that was part of the male before him, his lips pulling apart, but remained close distance away from the pair of lips he just had in his grasp between his own. "Hm," Bryce started, eyebrows raising once again almost bashfully. "That was nice."

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there is someone in an unknown part of the united states on my selfies oh my god okay

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I'LL SPEND FOREVER WONDERING IF YOU KNEW I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOUOUUUUOOOUUUU

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i used to play enchanted by taylor swift on my guitar all the time but then i got depressed and hated myself and threw away my guitar and now i'm kinda regretting it way to go melanie  

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stop what you’re doing and adore me

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x

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hey so i'm gonna be over here for a very long period of time

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i guess i'll go back on edmund now ok sounds like a plan

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psh thealwaysforgotten

       Nobody makes me happier, and nobody makes me sadder. I am one of those stupid sun showers, but not even a shower -- like a drizzle sun shower and she's a hurricane. A full blown hurricane compared to a tiny drizzle. That's a quote from a book, actually. I forgot the quote but he compares drizzles to hurricanes. Anyway. I'm a dead weed and she's a full grown flower ready to grow even further and be something more than what she is now, regardless of already being one of the most genuine, beautifully grown things I've ever witnessed and got the chance to know. She is capable of being something and someone way better than I can ever be. Katie is that feeling you get when you're too comfortable in a bed or in a blanket and you never want to move from that one spot and you feel lazy and just kinda wanna stay there because you're so comfortable. Like home. I hate that, but she is. Her smile makes flowers grow in my mind when everything is already dead up there, she grows some more just by her stupid but perfect smile. We haven't talked much, I chicken out because I feel like an asshole and I feel like a bother -- and it's the worst feeling when you feel like a bother to the person you most likely hurt the most, but love the most. I don't know what to put here. She's flawless. I'm stupid and she's beautiful. She's got perfect skin to me and I wish at night my pillows would turn into her somehow and she would stay there for the night then leave in the morning, or something. We don't have to cuddle or anything I just would like to know that she's there. I make sure she goes to bed nicely before I sleep, as creepy as that is. She's the kind of person you can just like, sit and watch for hours. Not in a creepy way but a way where you can just kinda admire her for a long time because there's little things you catch about her each day and each second I like that. She's also very lovely to look at, I believe. Yeah. I don't know. She's the brightest of all stars and I hate that. I hate me, she's lovely and I'm dumb. Yeah, okay. Cool. I don't know. Katie. The end. I look at her name too long and it looks funny after a while. Okay.

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ohohohoh my icon

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[ squints ] were these hats on our icons always this fucked up or