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#{ ;; ocean eyes. }#{ ;; literally. }#{ ;; dash / spencer. }

[ serenades everyone i know with bsb ]

#{ ;; tied up like two ships. }

me and luke fought all day today and now he's drawing a picture of me aw friendship lasts forever when you slightly hate each other

#buttermilkdoll #my bae #{ ;; tied up like two ships. }

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冬の思い出 by fumib

#lord give me strength #{ ;; photography. }#{ ;; likes. }

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#screams a lot #{ ;; likes. }#{ ;; photography. }

[ raises gun to your head ] reblog pictures of cherry blossoms and tag me

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#{ ;; musings. }#dash stop

hellohart

Despite knowing his way around the winding streets of his current destination, Liam finds himself a bit turned around. And seeing as he thought it was a good idea to leave the hotel without a body guard, he was pretty fucking terrified of getting mauled by the group of teenage girls across the street - who had, thankfully, yet to notice him. He slips easily through the crowds unnoticed, finding himself at a bus stop a moment later. As he contemplated whether or not taking the bus would be a good idea, a stranger slips him a flower. On instinct, Liam smiles, the gesture making his eyes crinkle up in the corners. Then he suddenly remembers the fact that he’s completely fucking lost — and, yeah, he could definitely use some help. “Wait —” he breaks out into a small jog after the boy, his hand catching the other’s shoulder the moment he catches up. He suddenly feels a bit rude chasing after the stranger (a fan, maybe? or just a boy simply looking to put a smile on someone’s face?). “Sorry — I, uh, I’m kind of incredibly lost at the moment, and I really need to get back to my hotel within the next hour.” Shit — he’d be late for soundcheck at this rate. “Do you think maybe, you could help me?”

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As the feeling of a hand clasping around his petite shoulder came to his sudden attention his face winced in slight regret and a bit of embarrassment. Dash simply had no clue who he was talking to -- or whom he gave that flower to in the first place, he really just hope he smiled. Even if it was only in the slightest. His thin lips pursed together slightly as he sluggishly turned around, his delicate digits fiddling together. Do you think maybe, you could help me? As he processed his question he instantly nodded. Speaks words , Dash. Speak words. "Yeah, um ---" His shyness was completely getting the best of him at this point. His feet shuffled in his place, as he looked around. He knew where they were -- he just had to know of the hotel he was residing in. "What hotel are you staying in? Because -- if I know that little piece of information I can get you to wherever you're headed. But um, can I ask you something? Why are you out so late if you don't know your way around here?"

#h i omg i get u #wow hi i'm melanie and ur really cool wtf #hellohart

[2:16:07 AM] cherry blossoms.: i have reeses cups u wanna share [2:16:50 AM] butterfly.: [ eats ur reeses without asking ] [2:16:55 AM] butterfly.: sharing is 4 lozerz

#FUCK UR BASIC SHIT #{ ;; tied up like two ships. }

always tell someone they're swaggy before they go to sleep

#mela advice #{ ;; tied up like two ships. }

Oh! Wow, he loves the shoes you're wearing and he kinda just -- had to know where you got them. This is probably the strangest thing he's ever done but wow. His tiny feet scurried down the sidewalk, holding the multiple books in his hands as he tapped their shoulder gently, getting their immediate attention.

"Hi -- um, I was wondering, where'd you get those shoes?"

#stupidestcupid #rosexgarden #buttermilkdoll #h ello friends

[1:49:36 AM] my life is a joke: twistplot: kai and bryce are on hiatus cause they eloped

#IS EVERYONE SUDDENLY SAYING TWISTPLOT NOW #DID I MISS THE MEMO #but yeah bryce is gone everyone #{ ;; tied up like two ships. }

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#{ ;; ocean eyes. }#what u doin....stupid ass

"why were you sent to counseling today?"

"i said i wanted louis tomlinson to punch me in the face with his wallet."

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“Your every breath is a gift.”

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It hurts. Everything hurts.

It’s been days since he’s left the house — days since he’s done anything, seen anyone aside from Dash. Days with no missed calls from his mother. Days to realize that he was always right. Holding onto false hope that he wasn’t had been incredibly naive.

He doesn’t know what he’s taken, only that he’s going up, up, up, and it’s okay — it’s okay, because he can’t even see the point when he’s going to come down again; can’t see anything aside from the red wine in the cup beside him, and the doorway where Dash has disappeared to retrieve more of — well, just more.

He feels like the world might end; it’ll be okay.

otticaoceano

Ramona. Ramona, Ramona, Ramona. It's running through his mind like the fastest kid on every track team in every stupid high school. In his mind he tried to think of it this way --- everyone's got their burdens. Everyone's got their shitty false hopes and accusations, so why not just deal with it.

He could see the pain on Spencer's face -- he could see the pain and grief woven within the crinkles on his face and within his entire expression, really. He doesn't know what he's took but his hands were trembling, Spencer's that is. He's hoisted himself up back onto his sock-clad feet and made his way through their tiny apartment to gather some more wine. It's not the finest -- it's the cheapest shit he could get, really. But it was good for the time being. He grabbed the bottle, stumbling a tad as he scurried his way back over to Spencer, into their bed. Where it was safe -- where it was remotely calm, where it was just them two. Dash poured the remains of red wine into his paper cup, his ocean eyes keeping their gazed glued to the cup itself.

"Your every breath is a gift."

#HAHA #asilentfear #{ ;; verse : on a freezing chicago street. }

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