[november, 2013]
dear venus,
i like it when i'm wasted
it makes me feel like i'm not broken
it makes the pain in my chest go away
and it definitely makes me forget about you
maybe i'm wasted right now
because if i was sober i most certainly wouldn't be writing this
if i was sober i would be trying to get as drunk as possible
just to forget the sound of your name
and how nice it felt on my lips
just to forget your cold as ice blue eyes
and how they would always seem to wonder around the room
just to forget the freckles on your arms
and how you would count them when your were bored
and especially to forget
that i would never get to see those icey blue eyes
and those cute little freckles
and never get to hear
the sound of your name
again.
love,
ashton, who is completely wasted
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i like writing in ashtons pov aw
so yeah ashton is a drunk now
pooh
but the story gets better (i hope?¿)
BUT DO YOU GUYS LIKE THIS BC IM REALLY WORRIED YOU DINT AND IT MAKES ME EXTREMELY SAD
goodbye my homosexuals hope you like this
YOU ARE READING
mars || ashton irwin
Fanfiction"she made hell feel like home." a story in which a boy writes letters to his dead best friend. [book two in the solar series] ©walkways [lowercase intended] ****THIS IS BOOK 2 THIS IS BOOK 2 PLEASE READ BOOK ONE !!
