My step-by-step, completely egocentric—yet strangely informative—guide ::rant:: to why I will not read your story, and conversely, why I will.

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

polaroids and windowsills. something like a pillowboook, documenting discontent.

Seth has a lot to deal with lately, such as adjusting to his brand new life with a brand new 'family', including the acerbic and unpredictable Tuesday, who can't seem to stand him [M/M slash]

I never talked to Caroline. I only loved her sixty five percent, and she had the kind of blonde hair that turns brown when it's wet, and I don't like brunettes.

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.