I Do Hope You Won’t Be Disappointed *says Mostly To Myself* ~Logan

To have ruined oneself over poetry is an honour

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via black-rose-daemon)

*nods* Very well. Should you need anything I will also be here ~Logan

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

*takes your temperature again and you’re still cold* Hmmm perhaps you should see a doctor ~Logan

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

It was a unanimous decision

Help they're letting Remy plan my birthday we're all doomed

*rolls eyes but starts eating* I suppose it is important to have a healthy meal ~Logan

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

*finishes my meal and starts towards my room before stopping* Patton did seem a bit off earlier...perhaps i should check on him. *starts towards your room instead* ~Logan

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

Do you have any idea why he might have gone to Seattle?

None! Nada! Zip!

Logans relationship with his parents is rocky at best. He wouldn't just up and leave. Let alone up and leave to go there. At least...i didn't think he would. I dont really know what to think anymore

-Roman

What are your thoughts on the song Little Miss Perfect?

It is a rather relatable song for someone like me, I suppose. I too felt like I had to maintain a certain image to be the “perfect” child my parents wanted me to be. 

However I have since realized that my sexuality does not make me any less “perfect” nor do I have to be who my parents want me to be. Their decision on how my life is lived and who I choose to spend it with is null and void. I only hope the person this song is about realizes this as well. 

Roman keeps trying to convince me not to leave, and I keep telling him that I have to, but he just keeps insisting 

*hesitates for a moment, trying to figure out what to do* Okay um...there there...what exactly is wrong? ~Logan

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan