i wrote a long angst fic instead of sleeping last night
warning; mentions of suicide
Dan had been seventeen when they’d first met; Phil had been twenty-one.
He’s twenty-two, now. His flat is a mess and the year is 1997. Phil is sitting on the floor, leant against the peeling wall and there’s a mug of coffee at his feet, but it’s probably gone cold, maybe. He doesn’t really know how long he’s been sat here but coffee can’t wash down a horror like this and the hands ticking away on the clock aren’t helping either, though they say time heals all wounds.
Phil disagrees. He takes a swig of the coffee- yeah, it’s gone cold.
just be grateful that bing didn’t buy tumblr
i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
I hate that that has to happen in some sentences.
brains man, what’s their DEAL
when u Mom com home and make hte spagheti
what is this even supposed to mean
thats what i do when me Mom com home and make hte spagheti
it takes me like 3 days to wake up in the morning
oh my god
fucking fandom references
WHAT FANDOM? THE JESUS FANDOM?
THEY PREFER THE TERM CHRISTIANITY
Too late it’s called the Jesus fandom now.
someone asked for rebloggable version