My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion do...
Mark era um grande pintor, e sua maior inspiração havia acabado de deixá-lo. Desolado, ele se tranca dentro de casa e fica meses sem dar notícias. Preocupados, seus amigos resolvem procurá-lo, e se surpreendem com o estado deplorável de sua mente e corpo. Mas como todos tinham que trabalhar, como cuidariam dele? Jacks...
Dan is forced into going to a summer camp in the country side of Britain, his mother feels Dan is irresponsible, and would only be getting drunk and fucking about if he stayed at home. WRITTEN 2013. (I have since, gone through and attempted to improve on it).
J: thank lord I didn't do crazy shit T: you could've sent dick pics J: what T: what When Taehyung texts a number which was hidden inside his desk (Very short chapters) ©︎all rights and plot to @taetaeholic
the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying