it has got to the point where i would rather die than go back to school. i have literally no friends i spend lunch and break worrying because if im sitting with people im annoying them and if im walking around on my own people probably think im odd. im told to make new friends but it is quite hard to do so when you are known as the girl who cries a lot and was kicked out of one of the lowest groups in school. people pass me around like a broken toy until they get bored and i really can’t cope with any of it anymore why won’t it stop
a face for fame is a crying shame
hi im jlil and im pretty rad
six-foot-two-phanchild
Your Music is Beautiful (And So Are You)
a/n: this started off with phil having the kinds of synesthesia that i have but they are v boring so it turned into this instead
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Word count: 5363
Summary: Phil has synesthesia, and it’s his most guarded secret as he grows up with the boy who made it the most beautiful.
Triggers: a little bit of physical bullying implied
Genre: fluff!
Shoutout to the baes beautiphillester and gettinhellaspooky for being awesome betas and especially beautiphillester bc our friendship inspired this fic! :)
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Phil climbed into his mum’s car quietly, lost in thought. He didn’t say hello, or tell his mum about his day; the six-year-old simply stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth and chewed on it.
“Phil, sweetie, are you alright?” his mum asked, noticing Phil’s unusual silence.