#nevertough

[laststops-a-blog]

@nevertough    ALTRUISM.

             ‘  DON’T  YOU  EVER  THINK   ...    like  ,  i  --  ’  he’s  clearly  struggling  for  the  words  to  say  ,  before  he  gives  up  on  subtlety  entirely  .  ‘  i’m  not  gonna  go  to  church  anymore  ,  col  .  ’

[heavenvaulted-blog]

          “ aw man, how does it feel to have the roles reversed ? ” he asks, it's the first thing out of his mouth as he moves in his hospital bed, wincing as he shifts his left leg. “ me and my dumb ass decided that contact sport would be a great warm up- they say i fucked up the healing fractures- the displaced ones i already had on my shin, made it worse. ” // @nevertough for jesse ! (x)

[delineateribs-blog]

          “   SPENCER ,  SMILE !   ”   she  laughs ,  leaning  over  his  shoulder  to  hold  her  phone  in  front  of  the  both  of  them ,  smiling  as  normal .   it  only  takes  a  few  seconds  of  adjustment  for  her  to  snap  the  picture ,  before  she  gestures  her  phone  at  him .   “   what  was  that  you  were  saying ?   like ,  up -  up ,  down ,  left -   one  of  your  video  game  things-  codes ?   ”     @nevertough .

[heavenvaulted-blog]

          BRAM  RAISES  HIS  EYEBROWS  AT  SIMON ,  drumming  his  pinky  finger  on  the  cardboard  box  of  juice  in  hand ,  smallest  of  smiles  on  his  face .   ‘   you’re  not  SERIOUSLY  jealous  of  the  juice  box ,  are  you ?   ’   he  asks ,  tilting  his  head  at  his  boyfriend ,  laughter  already  shaking  his  shoulders .   ‘   simon -  si ,  please ,  tell  me  you’re  not .   ’          ///          @nevertough  LIKED .

[spikyfamily-a-blog]

@nevertough     *     CALL.

               ❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  sing  john’s  songs,  to  fill  his  place.  this  feels  to  strange  to  grasp  right  now.  ❜    

[paniicstations-blog]

‘ i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water. ’ from simon @ anyone!!

as a gay, i am always right. | accepting!

               bram likes to think that simon speaks enough for the two of them. over email, he can write for ages, but in person, simon gets him a little more tongue-tied than he’d like to admit. every word he says is thought over, quiet, something that always hangs in the air before simon responds. he likes that. he likes simon too. he doesn’t mind being quiet in lieu of admiring simon. you know. his boyfriend ? his harry potter fanfiction reading, dog loving, adorable boyfriend ? yes ! that boyfriend !

               he’s absently taken simon’s hand once he finishes talking, chuckling quietly at the sentence, “ i just imagined this ridiculously over-sized glass of water, and people had to climb ladders to get to the top to drink from it, or ride escalators. a massive society establishes at the base of the glass… the buildings don’t even reach the level of the water at the bottom… you know. a water society. of people who need a glass of water as a people. ”