| I worked kinda hard on this, half asleep. But whatever. I was bored. |


on little england.He swore, Nathan had the most beautiful eyes. And, yeah, knew that sounded fruity-- what, it wasn't like he didn't make fag jokes too-- but God, he knew he wasn't the only one who noticed them.on little england.
He'd caught Sarah staring. He'd caught Alice staring. He'd caught Jeremy staring.
And, if he didn't have his sheer amount of self control, he would have marched straight up, ripped his eyes out, told him to keep his eyes to himself, threw them back at him. Just because he wasn't the only one, didn't mean they couldn't only belong to him. London skies, gray eyes, they could belong to him in his own mind right? &nbs


pretty wordsI think I should tell you this right now, considering I told myself these words would never escape these lips, would remain there, caged. Funny, how familiar that word is, how it tastes on my tongue.pretty words
I hate you.
Remember that night, on the street? When it was so quiet, and noise was rustling leaves and puffs from your cigarette? The bench, the pressing darkness and that glass shattering across the pavement, from nowhere? You asked "Why do you write?" Shatter. Shatter. Shatter.
That glass, my heart, fragile like my flower crown woven from my very own lily white lies.
Funny, how familiar that


Possession and ProfessionWhat they had confused Petey.Possession and Profession
It would churn up his thoughts and force him to roll over in bed and try to forget who was on the other mattress in the room.
Perhaps sleeping, but probably waiting.
The thought of what the two of them were-- if they were anything-- drove the brunet to the edges of insanity. Even there thoughts rioted though, leaving him no peace of mind. Yet, he was used to it; the madness.
And thats all he was; Manic plot with cruel intention and a fascination with the turmoiled boy lying awake in bed. Maybe fascination wasnt the right word though &nbs


fluorescent unbalanceHe remembers the way he used to laugh. Remembers the way the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he thought something was really, really funny. He remembers how he learned that eyes really were the window to the soul, and that his was so, so blue, but like the sky. He remembers how hed never seen him sad. He remembers the silk of his satin black hair as it tangled in his fingers; the sun kissed glow of his skin, worn at the pads from dreaming too much.fluorescent unbalance
He remembers how happy hed been when he accepted his feelings. Remembers how he blushed and rubbed at his neck sheepishly, like the sweetheart he was. He

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"I feel very... protective... of you." ~ Edward Cullen, but I prefer it to apply to several yaoi couples...
Looked like it was Namine herself~ <3
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"I feel very... protective... of you." ~ Edward Cullen, but I prefer it to apply to several yaoi couples...
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(Just Go) =^-^=
"Taking Everything For Granted But We Still Respect The Time
We Move Along With Some New Passion Knowing Everything Is Fine"
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"I feel very... protective... of you." ~ Edward Cullen, but I prefer it to apply to several yaoi couples...
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(Just Go) =^-^=
"Taking Everything For Granted But We Still Respect The Time
We Move Along With Some New Passion Knowing Everything Is Fine"
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