Jackson.Single|Male| x| Dorm #177 He began walking down the road to the boys' dorms. It wasn't too far, and his room was on the bottom floor. He pulled his card out to get inside. "I'll be right back." He said, and took Roscoe inside with him. He had a single dorm, so he was able to quickly sort through his stuff. He grabbed his green electric guitar, out it in his bag and grabbed his amp. He walked back out to her and smiled."Let's go" He said
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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
