(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

"Come on, you need to take your pills." "I'm not swallowing another one of those pink shits again."

the devil is real. and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail, he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel, and used to be god's favorite. (s.m) lowercase intended | copyright 2016

"If you ever want to hang out, have a drink, or have sex, I'll be waiting for you in Apartment C."

"morning princess, i love you." "this is the wrong number, but keep calling me your princess, please."

"why are you staring at me" "because you're beautiful" "you must be blind" "i am" "then how would you know i'm beautiful?" "i just do" warning: this book is so so so so cringeworthy and cliche and poorly written ! written before i had any idea how to develop a story lmao. slowly editing

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

i'd tell you i love you if i didn't get so sidetracked.

In which a boy was too much a nervous wreck to initiate a conversation with the girl of his dreams, so rather, he finds a loophole. [Completed.] © 2015-19 runninglow wattpad

❝—if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford