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[ carl gallagher - shameless ] "You ain't gotta be my lover, for me to call you baby." [ justin bieber - company ]
[ carl gallagher - shameless ] "You ain't gotta be my lover, for me to call you baby." [ justin bieber - company ]
❝anything. everything. imagination.❞ ||all rights reserved®carlsgallagher|| [lowercase intended] requests:open[x] closed []
"you don't strike me as the bad guy, gallagher." "it seems like you've got lots of experience." "i'm tougher than i look." "i never doubted that, from what i've found out about you, i would think you were unstoppable."
[SEQUEL TO 'FIFTEEN'] in which two people find out what it truly means to feel nothing at all. © calbain || lowercase intended
❝i don't know whether it was the way she bit her bottom lip in concentration, her eyebrows furrowed to focus on one spot, her straight jet black ponytail swayed every movement she made, or how her brown almond shaped eyes squinted. all i know is that i found myself becoming more than willing to get injured just to see...
She hunted demons. He was a werewolf. She had lost most of her family, while he lost his first love. She was broken, darkness filling her soul. He was recovering. They met. She helped him. He fixed her. He helped her through the darkness. He was her light in the dark. ◇ {ON HOLD} This is a Teenwolf/The Mortal Ins...
"How do you know my son?" "The voices." ➣ Eleanor Rose Paxton has been locked away in Eichen House for nine years. She's almost forgotten what it was like to live on the outside. The only thing keeping her tethered is the name of a boy she's never met: Scott McCall. Book One in the Monstrous Trilogy
Imagine living your life waiting for a single touch-a touch that will change everything. [Book #2 of the Soulmate Series] ©felicitate | 2015
"This world's divided into two kinds of people: the hunter and the hunted. Luckily, I'm the hunter. Nothing can change that."
"legend has it that one day four gods were banished from mount olympus." cover by @retro-jams, thank you darling!
And like a gentle caress when my name rolled off his tongue, I swear I've never felt sick before, but with him there, it was so, so hard to breathe. He burned me like the cigar he was smoking while I was drowning with the stars embedded in the universe of his eyes. And the worst part, you ask? I didn't feel the pain...
[✓] ∥ "You really don't remember anything?" He asked. "Not a thing," I lied. Copyright © 2014-2017 by funkystyles