eating organic frosted flakes

at midnight

im a healthy fatass, fuck ya

I AM MAKING THE MOSNT HINHUAMN OF COISES RIGNW NOT I CANT

"IT WAS WRITTEN FORM AMRCOS POV FOR A REASON, BUT IF YOU DONT KLNW WHY YOU’LL SEE AT TH E END"

WHY DID I NOT HEAD THE WRARMING

IM SO SDDONE YTPGHDFNBnh tj

I QUIT THIS LIFE

I SQUIT

LLLLILITERALLY OH MY GOD

I CZNT

I CANT TAKE IT

i just got like a mouthful of olive oil that wasn’t pleasant

so early yet so dead wtf

i hate ross

restless—ness:

He looked all too happy to light up the end and his first drag was long, desperate.  Almost like he had to resist letting his eyes roll back a little bit.  He savored it after that, trying to keep his puffs clipped.  He handed Ross his cigarettes back. 

"Could say the same thing about you," he pointed out, tapping off a column of ash. "Aren’t you a little young to smoke?”  Braeden smirked at him, only teasing… well, half teasing.  Ross barely looked into his early twenties, if that.

Ross only shrugged.

"Hey—," he whined at Braeden’s comment. "I’ll have you know that I’m legal. You have to be, to work in a coffee shop.” Cue a huff from the slightly pride-hurt brunet. It was actually something he was stupidly sensitive about; people always mistook him for younger than he was, if even by only a few years. He blamed his spanish blood —it never seemed to age.

"Even if I was, what does that say about you? You’re probably old enough to be my father, and I definitely saw you checking me out.”

SCREAMS IN PAIN

ITS SO BEAUTIFLU

i fucking love this fanfic and i never want it to end

restless—ness:

Channing’s face burned red with Taylor’s attempt at an explanation.  Which had been horrible, might he add.  

"Look, I’m not stupid."  He muttered through clenched teeth, finding the entire exchange to be utterly mortifying.  He’d expected this, knowing now amount of kissing or beating around the bush would save this from being awkward.  He suddenly hated the media, for making sex look like smooth sailing with its flattering camera angles and breathy prewritten scripts.

—He had been completely lied to.

"I know it goes in your butt."  But that was the extent of his knowledge.

Taylor seriously felt like he was having sex for the first time all over again. It was like he was one of those desperate teenagers who knew everything there was to having sex, just had never actually had it. He wasn’t very appreciative of that. While he knew this wasn’t going to be the most… easy going times, he wasn’t prepared for the awkward tension that was quickly rising.

"W-well, yeah!" he stammered, blushing uncontrollably. What the hell! He wasn’t a blusher! Channing was making the grossest of bottoms of him. Stupid.

"But—. That’s not —the only thing..!" Taylor wouldn’t’ve minded preparing himself. In fact, he almost preferred it, for only Lord knew just how uncomfortable Channing would make it.

"Y-you.. You need to—. It’s—.. Your hands.” You need to use them.

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