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within each of his songs, he leaves a little piece of his generous heart. and those desolate pieces of his heart used to belong to specific, unforgotten girls he once loved. © all rights reserved // nat
within each of his songs, he leaves a little piece of his generous heart. and those desolate pieces of his heart used to belong to specific, unforgotten girls he once loved. © all rights reserved // nat
when a pessimistic hospital patient meets a cute, canadian boy, as her death wish, sparks are guaranteed to fly... (( warning: this was my first book, which i begun writing in 2013. it is highly similar to a cliché soap opera. so if you are into that, proceed. )) © all rights reserved // nat
"hey I know you, you're the girl I sang to!" "No I'm not, I don't know you, I don't know him." /// In which two college students meet and become friends, yet rivals in the sport of acapella. all rights reserved // traplordmaloley 2015
Analise Steele was only going in to his office for an interview. She didn't know that it would turn into much more. copyright © 2015 weheartfanfic
head over heels for a 6'3 boy with chocolate brown hair and an incredible voice (some imagines may contain mature content; please read with your own limitations. all imagines are labeled with a warning beforehand. enjoy) #4 under shawn mendes imagines #12 under shawn mendes
hello! welcome to my book of imagines. here you will find different fantasies i think of in my head, it's called an imagination. *wink, wink* see what i did there haha "imagination" get it? you probably won't care lol I'm a loner anyways. hope you enjoy my book filled with random thoughts. please vote, comment, and sh...
My life fell apart, right in front of my eyes. And there was nothing I could do about it.