i fucking love this. because honestly, i talk so much shit about my town and when i finally was able to leave it for a while and go to the beach late at night, i just stared at the ocean and appreciated everything. like, my life. living. breathing. all of it.
wow their wedding is gonna be eventful, Phil in his massive hat with a beetle or some shit on it and a velvet suit, Dan in some Alexander McQueen black leather thing. It’ll look like the I Write Sins Not Tragedies video.
Dan + half of Phil at Pophack Live
Warnings: References to an ED, masturbation + pre-smut
A/N: Based off the song Franklin by Paramore
I keep my head bowed and teeth gritted as I storm down the street, hands stuffed in the small pockets of my tight jeans. You’re at home, packing, I suppose, and I probably should be there helping you. The rain is more welcoming than the sight of you packing one bag for you and one bag for me, though, so I told you that I need to get some milk so we can have coffee in the morning.
Lie number one.