Phil fucking Lester, the literal prince charming of my high school, just saved my pathetic ass.
trigger warnings: bullying, suicide attempts, depression, probably smut eventually.
tbh nobody's gonna walk past someone like
'oh that persons just passed out on the floor no biggy they might just experience a coma with some death'
why was i thinking 'two giant magnificent tits' what the hell is wrong with me
you ain't in the presence of a king you in the presence of a god
why does he have a picture of himself on the bedside table im
i thought he just had a selfie on his bedside table i was like
he's gonna fùcking need you to he probably won't be able to find in your bill gates ass fuckin house