this is a blog about a mostly gay college student. hmmm.
Reblogged from accio-cosima  25 notes

He grinned that infuriating grin and put on that cheesy, fucking Sixpence None the Richer song, the one from every 90s rom com ever. The singer’s voice is all whiny and high-pitched and begging, just begging to be kissed under a milky twilight or something even dumber than that. And I laughed. Loud. I stared at him like he was crazy. But then, right after the second chorus started, he kissed me so hard—all lips and warm breath and urgency— that I couldn’t even smile when he pulled away.
I grabbed his neck and pulled him back. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.
I’d never even kissed a girl before. And after that, I knew I never would. By

Logan (a character in my novel)

I’m re-working his voice, and I think I like what he’s sounding like now. But dammit, this is so hard.

(via ashwrites)