“There’s Something Seriously Wrong Here. I Mean, Who The Fuck Wears High Heels on A Heist.”

“Stop throwing rocks at my window.”

“Answer your door, then!”

“If you get arrested, I don’t know you.”

“For you, I’d throw it all away. My morals, my goals, my life. I would. Please don’t ask me too.”

counting the steps to the door of your heart ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆

how to be a true YEARNER (jk yearn how u want)

⇴ person a watching person b trail further and further off, and person a is frozen in place. person b—though walking away—seems closer than ever through person a's gaze

⇴ being completely hyper-focused on a book, yet every page, every beautiful metaphor reminds person a of person b

⇴ you two are both lying next to each other and you feel asleep. the person next to you has to try their hardest to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. just one stroke of the cheek is all the desire—the chance to have their hands brush across your soft skin.

⇴ "i just can't do it man" "do what?" "i can't just sit in front of them and act like everything's normal. i want more, but i know that it would be wrong to have it. but i need them. i feel crazy—am i crazy?"

⇴ person a keeps thinking about person b, even though they've only met once. once their eyes meet person b's, everything slows. nothing else matters except for the smile on their face. something clicked.

⇴ "have i ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?" "no, but go on." and the other person malfunctions because... well where do they start. how do they go about this w/o rambling, or letting their true feelings out?

⇴ the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder.

⇴ wanting to know everything about them—little or big: their daily schedule, what shampoo they use, whether they are feeling the same as you. any crumb of information would be satisfactory

⇴ anxiously bouncing your knee in hopes that you can see them and have a conversation. finding any excuse to come up and talk. you just want to see them and have your eyes fall on their silhouette.

⇴ they laugh at something you said, and the melodious sound of their chuckle carries around the room, gracing your ears. now, you start planning another joke, hoping to hear that warm sound again.

⇴ "i don't think i can hide it anymore. how it's like my heart is on the verge of a heart attack when you text me. how i've delved into all your favorite movies, books, and tv shows ever since you've told me about them. how i wanted to be close to you—not just physically."

⇴ "i kept doing all these things just to see if you would do them with me. i really wanted you to be there with me."

⇴ the way that everything is fine and under control until they take one look at your lips.

⇴ "you're doing that thing by the way. when you lie to make someone feel better? you bite the inside of your bottom lip and nod, then you make this really pitying look with your eyes. like a squinty thing." "...wow"

“Staring into the mirror, my eyeliner smeared on my face, my hair resting gently on the side I looked like the poster child for the misunderstood broken hearted.”

“You didn’t break me. I was like this years before we ever met”

“You’re sounding awfully bloodthirsty for someone whose life ambition is to move to a peaceful farm somewhere far away from everything and live in idyllic bliss with your true love.”

“She was born in darkness and never really found a way to adapt to the light”

“Just…just tell me truth, please.”

“I don’t think you want to hear it.”

i just need some rly fluffy Jared x Evan in my life,,, if you're able to? ty !!!

Enjoy! And doesn’t everyone need a little bit of fluffy JaredxEvan once in a while?

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“Evannnnnnn,” Jared whined as he curled further into the blankets. Evan sighed as he turned towards his boyfriend. “Jar-Jared you were just up, why didn’t you tu-turn off the lights before you climbed in bed?” Evan questioned as he stared at his boyfriend’s face.

“I forgot,” Jared once again whined. Evan would not get up, no matter what Jared did or tried, he would not get up, he was comfortable, he would stay in bed. “Well that’s ju-just too bad isn’t it? If you wa-want the light turned off, luckily I can sleep with or without the light on,” Evan gave his boyfriend a sly smile and shut his eyes.

“Evannnn, if you lovee me you would get up and turn it off,” Jared pouted. Evan opened his eyes once more and shook his head. Jared’s pout was adorable but Evan had to stay strong, he would not give in. “No Jared, go to sleep with the light on,” Evan stated. He once again closed his eyes until he felt Jared shove him lightly with his feet.

“Alright! Ja-Jared remove your feet!” Evan cried as he moved away from the coldness. Jared simply shot his boyfriend a smile as Evan got up to turn off the light. Once again he’d given into what Jared wanted but Evan couldn’t say no to him. “I love you,” Jared sighed as he lazily cuddled into his boyfriend.

“I love you too,” Evan smiled, making sure to keep Jared’s feet far away from his legs.