#breathlcss

douglas: like the fucking lion in lion king

austin: what am i going to do with my life

antoinette: & so when i turned around in surprise i TRIPPED and i knocked over a plant

        shaking hands tear through golden locks, and clouded blue eyes are focused on the shattered glass that had just fallen from fingertips incapable of clasping the smooth surface securely. and then droplets are falling upon the broken pieces, like rain on a window, and tyler isn’t sure where this dark storm cloud came from. a simple clap of thunder, and he’s sure he’ll dissolve into a puddle of pathetic melancholy. those shaking hands, the ones so adamantly pulling on delicate strands, are now reaching down. jagged sharks slice open delicate hands, but the boy pays no attention. he doesn’t even feel it. now all that remains on the floor is all that tyler had to give, a few pictures he’d taken of the two, developed and placed in nice frames. the frames were broken, and now all he had were a few measly pictures, some messy hand written notes, and nothing to tie them together. he’s dropping the fractured pieces of his gift in cameron’s garbage can, when he hears the other enter the room. “oh um-- h-hi cam....”

“ my mom loves you, an’ she’s not home. i don’t really need t’ do much sneakin’ babe. that’s you.”

TYLER: pls saveme

“ but cam-- it matters to ME. i want them to LIKE me. i want to be able to come over without you having to SNEAK me in when your mom’s around... i just don’t understand WHAT i did WRONG !! ”