#brendonisms

[soulpunkstump]

Text: Beebo/Paatrickster

ps: dude. i'm having a crisis. one day. 38??? do you know how close to 40 this is. omg. when tf did i get old??? 😭

[awgzkrth]

I’LL TELL YOU WHEN I SEE YOU - BRENDON & ALEX

                              --- Alex was playing no games in this moment. He wanted Brendon; he knew he would do anything to have Brendon the way he was imagining. They were friends for sometime, and he knew that the male swung more ways than one. Alex, being the horndog he was after his recent break up, found nothing wrong in his desire to be with the friendly male the way he was imagining. He threw on his skinny jeans and leather jacket - no shirt, no socks - and stepped outside his home to wait for the male to arrive. Sticking a cigarette in his mouth, he waited patiently. He was patient when it comes to the things he desired most. ( @brendonisims )

[lllyjames]

It’s quite exciting to be paired up with a person you know nothing about, isn’t it? It’s a proper excuse to come back to our room hammered and stay up to 6 am to talk about everything and nothing at all. Ignore me when I ask too many questions such as: what’s your darkest secret? Or don’t. @brendonisms @hollywoodlandhq

[soulpunkstump]

call me mr. benzedrine

[piecesofashlee]

@brendonisms​:

Hey Ash, it’s been awhile!  Man, I remember you married that other guy though.  I never had a chance...

Kinda sounds like you... panicked.

I’ll see myself out!

[soulpunkstump]

@brendonisms​:

Then Pete would appear and you’d be like BYE!

WOW you really think I’d do you dirty like that? Damn, damn, double damn!!! You know who I haven’t talked to in like, weeks? Pete. And you know who my ass is on the way to see? YOUR dumb ass right now IN LA which is not my favorite place on the planet but you’re worth it, fucker. You know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me. 

[soulpunkstump]

[soulpunkstump]

constant nostalgia ✍️ || facetime w/patrick & brendon

the moment brendon answered,  patrick sang in a proposed melody with the guitar, “the sweet-the sweet-the sweet aftertaste of the past. like molass-es. c-c-c-choking on the heavy, sweet taste, on the constant nostalgia...” he stopped singing, grinning. “thoughts, go.”

closed w/ @brendonisms​