#fucckc

[nikrib]

I’m going to explode, implode and erode they cancelled my FAVOURITE SHOW..............

[mr-m0j0risin]

I've had three concussions this year and how I'm alive is a miracle

[mbat]

listening to the song save is like the saddest thing ever, fuck

[boochieflake]

I was planning on writing a chill hollstein oneshot like 2k words maybe but,,,,, I made a draft and I feel like it could be anywhere from 4k to 8k,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[cherryboy]

likeif u read

shoulda killedms when i ha ad the chance

[asuitsuyx]

i accidently looked at a picture of a creepy pasta and now im to scared to sleep hahahahha

[keyblade-keychain]

nothing i can say will ever truly explain how i feel and this is almost certainly a waste of words but i don't like this. i don't like what i've done and who i am now and every little thing in my life hurts

[apretensearchiveagain-blog]

48. do you love me?

         Every inch of him is his, his, his. It's been that way from the start, hasn't it?          Red tints his entire body, some more concentrated than others, and he lays          against Brian for far from the last time after a night of endeavors that -- well,          he'll probably forget. But when his mouth opens, it's clear to tell that this           is not the alcohol talking.           "Do you love me?"          He needs to know.