And then ✎ ✍☮♪ for idk you can choose yourself ok.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse
So we've only known each other for what, a month? And fuck I already like you a lot and I don't know how because wow, this never happens and i'm pretty sure my writing is starting to get eligible and fuck. you have all these little things that i love about you and i adore you so much and fuck, why am i writing this. i just. Fuck, you're here already and this letter probably won't ever been shown.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
I don't get it. How this /boy/ just appeared into my life and just never left. How is he even still here? Fuck I just-
I adore him a lot, oh faithful diary, and I don't know how to stop.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
"You need to stop." Are the first words he hisses out, Andrew's eyes narrowed. "I'm not- I'm not gorgeous or beautiful or anything." He practically spits out. They've had this argument way too many times, in Andy's opinion. "It's all lies and it's never going to be true, alright?" He wasn't letting Thomas get in a word; he couldn't let him. "So just fucking drop it."
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
"All alone?" He teases softly, his hands in his pockets as he stands near the other. "We should change that immediately, come on," Nathan grins, wrapping his fingers around Oliver's wrist lightly. "Let's go dance, yeah?" He starts pulling the male towards the floor before he has a chance to answer, a small grin on his face. Nathan pulls them right in the middle, his hands now gripping his hips lightly.