#averyspearce

BRANDON: you're annoying. This has been a PSA.

BRANDON: i'm surprised you got invited to the wedding

BRANDON: your face makes me angry

“i don’t understand why they have to make pockets so small. I have big hands and I can barely fit them in there already and then they’ve gotta go and make girl pockets smaller? How do they fit anything in there? How do girls deal with that? Don’t get me wrong, I love to see some tight jeans on a dude or a girl, but there’s gotta be somewhere to stash snacks and that stupid pocket-underwear just isn’t going to do the job, Aves. But that’s a whole other story, cause wouldn’t it just make it look like you have a woody all the time? I don’t understand why life is like this, man.”

You’re super hot and really good in bed and, honestly, I’m really fucking glad we’re friends cause I don’t know what I’d do if our relationship had been so shitty that the band had to break up and I’d never have you around. I just really wanna buy you burgers and write songs and cover shitty music and chill with you until we’re old.

CARTER: ran towards the other blond, immediately trying to tackle him to the ground. "Stop with that fucking smirk. I know what it means," He shouted, already trying to punch. "You're not fooling anyone, I still know what type of idiot you are." So maybe he shouldn't have been going towards Avery, but he hadn't fought in a while. And his anger was just building up. It had to be done.

[drunk text] Im not blind I know you want me??? I cant blame you everyone does. :/ I would have hooked up with you if you asked a few weeks ago :( :( 

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: who tf is this?- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: (x) - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: I Don’t Fuck With You- my muse’s last text to your muse: [text to who tf is this?] but like...why are you texting me?