—Ꭱiley Ꮇ. Ꮐrey.
november third, 1998. born in fort smith, arkansas, raised in manhattan. hates some parts of himself. prefers to be in the dark, rather than the light. half-german. hates his own first name. curious little fuck. into all genders. nobody's boy. loves edm & classic punk-rock music. glowsticks. has great memes. minor threat enthusiast #1 . loves nicknames. adores cuddling. has a secret knife collection. usually broken, but mostly bright.
say hi, and or talk to him, if you want.
D A V I ❝your favorite person.❞
.eighteen. sagittarius. hella lit. single pringle. bi. outgoing and very dorky. very caring. HATES PEANUT BUTTER WITH A PASSION. loves anything pink or black. loves hello kitty. big time rush and fall out boy enthusiasts. .
. [@725cm @ardenchoke @hexrtthrob] special place in my heart. . . .
cha cha slide into my dms for a lit ass convo ! ! !
saint yves nyx. twenty four. he's eccentric and loving at all times. this lad is one to have as company whenever you're feeling down, he'll always try his best to make you smile once again. he's one to accompany you on art galas and simple walks in the morning. this young lad has a passion for poetry and writing music. although his kindness is sometimes taken for weakness, he'll continue on showing whom he really is. saint is pansexual and single at the moment. say hello for a new friend that will shower you in compliments every second of the day.
“And maybe love isn’t always a kiss on a forehead but rather a hug and a kiss that say’s “I’m sorry let’s not fight” than spilling words out to each other in the heat of the moment that you would regret later. Maybe it isn’t about buy her diamond ring’s and lace underwear excepting her to wear it for you later that night. Maybe it’s leaving her pill bottle next to her phone with a glass of water as a reminder that thing’s can get better with a little help. Maybe love isn’t about giving fifty fifty each way, maybe it’s about giving 100 when that person greatest demons come to visit for the day. Maybe love isn’t about writing about how beautiful her body was the first time you saw it and how you’d have never seen anything more raw and natural. Maybe it’s about writing how she makes your soul dance in the rain of sunshine and how it also makes your heart ache from time to time when both sides are being stubborn. Maybe it’s not about a vow that you both swear to keep but a understanding that sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes they do. Maybe it’s not about saying I love you every second of every day but showing that love in the simplest of ways like “call me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Maybe, just maybe you’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places and maybe even the wrong people. Maybe the kind of love that you are so hell bound on searching for is taking your pills without no one reminding you or dying your hair the color of the sky because that’s the only time when you feel closest to your real self. Maybe the kind of love that you are searching for in another person is already right in front of you when you look in the mirror. Maybe that’s where you’ll find your one true love. Maybe it isn’t a her or him or someone but a you, maybe just maybe you can find the love that you long for in yourself and maybe just maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll also meet a person who makes your heart dance in the rain. Maybe that’s what love is, loving yourself or maybe it’s not. I don’t know but when I do I’ll let you know.”
Deeply Feeling Series
another post w him, not sorry. also ik i'm posting this late but i had school and then slept when i got home.
i'm sorry we didn't do anything today, i feel bad about that but we can do whatever you want tomorrow since i should be more active than i was today bUt thank you for making me the happiest i've ever been this past month. i love you and your kisses and cuddles a lot. ;) / @slightpouts
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▸ dear alec,
hey cutie, i suck so bad at these ohmygosh. so, i don't recall ever doing one of these before so that explains why i'm really nervous, i'm screaming at myself actually writing this, i've actually never written one of these to anyone before but here goes!
you make me really happy, in every possible way, you make me laugh a lot, you're so adorable, so cute, so nice and so sweet it makes me wanna squeeze you. our friendship was the best thing that had ever happened to me, in a long time. and in the long run the only person i wanna spend my time with is you, you mean a lot to me and i know i suck at these but i'm trying. i like you, a lot. yes, i spencer (who is such a dork btw) likes you heaps. i usually have quite a couple of dms to reply to but yours is the one most important, i love talking to you, i love getting to know every corner of your lovely personality. i love everything about you, and i intend to find out more about you along the way. every minute or hour we speak, i find myself smiling like a goof, or even blushing, or laughing. either of the three. but before this gets longer, i wanted to ask you..
will you, alec, do the honours of being my boyfriend, my soulmate, my lover?
i love being a bad instagrammer person thingy and never posting 😂 don't unfollow i have an edit coming soon 😂😩 (pretty desperate if you couldn't already tell) also here's a photo of me looking like an edited cartoon idk why 😂🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️