My head is an animal

Love and Drugs - The Maine

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:34:08 -0400

Love and Drugs - The Maine

who gives a fuck?

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:31:00 -0400

Obviously not you, kindly fuck off.

Yeah, It’s okay that my fiance is flirting with a cuter boy than me..

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:38:11 -0400

Yeah, It’s okay that my fiance is flirting with a cuter boy than me..

We Clean Up So Well - LydiaSo I told you I know how this ends...

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:23:51 -0400

We Clean Up So Well - Lydia
So I told you I know how this ends
You’re no different, girl
But we could still pretend

I don't need any medication.

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:33:42 -0400

emmyhoss:

I’m doing fine.

Same.

Hi,

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:44:36 -0400

We're So Paris, When We Kiss × Lance

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:47:26 -0400

takeachanceparker:

He leaned back into the door, back arching slightly up at the first brush of lips on his neck. “L-liam,” he mumbled, ocean blues fluttering softly closed, fingers loosening in his curls only for his nails to gently rake down the back of his neck. “M-mm.. L-Li-/Liam/,” another tremble rippled softly up his spine, making his knees threaten to give out. Chance kneaded gentle circles into his scalp with the fingers that were still tangled in soft curls, pressing Liam’s mouth closer. “Please..”

He smiles at the plea, his tongue gently soothing over the purple, and red bruise. “Patience, amour..” he says, just as his palm gently goes over his pants, his pointer finger tracing his length very, very lightly. He pulls back from him, and he quietly settles down onto his knees, his big hands grasping at his hips, kissing him just above the line of his pants. His teeth grace his skin, and his tongue and lips attach at his hip bones; while his hands quickly work the zipper, and button of his pants.

We're So Paris, When We Kiss × Lance

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:02:00 -0400

takeachanceparker:

He tightened his grip slightly, weakly tugging at Liam’s curls at the whispered repetition of their names laced together. Chance is trembling with it as if Liam’s entire existence is intertwining with his own. A quiet sound floods hi. throat at the brush of Liam’s tongue and instantly his body melts against him-dissolving any possible space left between. Lightly, he grazes his teeth over his tongue, only to release it and lick back into his mouth with a whimper edging pathetic. “M-mm. Bed. Amour. Bed.”

He pulls him closer at the words, wrapping his arms around him, and gently sliding both of his hands down to Chance’s bum. “We’ll get there..” he said, teasingly, walking him back into the door, and pressing him there. His hands pull off his shirt, and then he pulls off his own. He leans his head to kiss at his collar bones, while his hands linger a bit lower than his hips. His fingertips gently tickle at little hairs on his lower stomach, “I’ve missed touching you like this..” his lips kiss up a little higher, onto his neck, sucking a little bruise onto his clear skin.

We're So Paris, When We Kiss × Lance

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:16:33 -0400

takeachanceparker:

He whimpered quietly, pressing his forehead and nose against Liam’s, nuzzling into the warmth. “You’re gonna marry me, and we’re gonna be so happy, and so far away, and we can stay, Liam. We can stay..” he choked out in a mumbled whisper, throat tight and hands shaking. He didn’t think about the impossibility of being allowed to stay gone from this place for too long, didn’t think about Phoenix and Harry and all the other people he would be leaving behind. Chance only saw Liam in a white tux and a smile. He whimpered again, pulling his hair lightly and softly nipping at his lower lip.

“We’re going to be so happy, our own life outside of this place..” He looks into his eyes, his hands wrapping around his waist, and letting out a soft smile. “I love you— Chance Perry..” He leans his lips into his, not quite letting their lips meet, ghosting over his lips to speak his name again,”Chance Perry..” they lightly touch together, Liam’s hands pulling his hips very gently to his own. His tongue gently slips into his mouth, carefully sliding against Chance’s.

Venice by The Lighthouse and the Whaler In your eyes I have...

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:00:33 -0400

Venice by The Lighthouse and the Whaler

In your eyes I have seen
all the feelings, and the rain
And death is cold, death is sure
Why don’t we fall in love

We're So Paris, When We Kiss × Lance

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:28:42 -0400

takeachanceparker:

As soon as the door opened, Chance surged forward, crashing their mouths together in a down right filthy kiss. His fingers tangled roughly in his curls, body pressed flush against Liam’s—pushing him back into the room and leaning back against the door to close it, only pulling Liam harder against him.
When he finally pulled back for a shaky breath, he flushed pink and pulled his own lower lip between his teeth. “We could get married..” he whispered, voice hoarse, delicately quiet. Chance huffed out a breath, chest heavy, ocean blues fluttering up to find green. “We could get married…” he murmured, huffing in another breath, “In Paris…”

He lets out a little noise at the quick catch of his lips, making his arms wrap around his neck. Kissing him roughly, making his eyes close, and his breath run out quickly. When he pulls away though, Liam stifles out a little unwanted moan, making his eyes blink open. His stomach is fluttering at the words, we can finally get married, finally. He’s barely able to speak, nodding his head, and pulling him closer into his chest. “Where we’re going to start our life over again..” his eyes slightly water, only by how happy, and emotional this was making him. Happy tears, something he hadn’t had in. So. Long.

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:42:13 -0400

-whispers back through the door: "Je ne peux pas faire l'amour à travers la porte, beau."
-Quickly opens the door at the words: "Hi.."

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:33:00 -0400

Chance: Mm, let me think about th--open the door
Liam: Mmm, let me think about it.
-Whispers through the door. "what's the password?"

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:22:48 -0400

Chance: Can call you my husband all during autumn, and spend winter cuddled up in bed as Liam and Chance Perry..
Liam: Come over, please.

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:06:20 -0400

Chance: We could have a summer wedding in Paris..
Liam: I'm not crying. Nope. oifjkoiewfsm

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 13:55:34 -0400

Chance: We could get married..
Liam: We could.. yeah. We could.

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 13:23:28 -0400

Chance: Are we even allowed to do that?
Liam: I.. I don't know? I mean, we've been here for so long.. I don't see why it wouldn't be okay.

Wake up, beautiful.

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:12:28 -0400

Wake up, beautiful.

Text to: Smile

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:03:15 -0400

Liam: Come to France this summer with me?

Photo

Mon, 13 May 2013 11:26:44 -0400