She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes

"who said being reckless is always a bad thing? it's the most fun you can have."

in which a witch named cora holloway could be described as many things but most of all, she was c h a r m i n g ( HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE -> ??? ) ( FRED WEASLEY )

jag är ett själv saboterande kaos

god jul älskling

Men det var då, innan oss. foddijuni © 2019

Du har skickat en videofil. Du skrev "förlåt, denna är till dig" Jag trycker på play. "Jag var ung, var dum men har lärt mig nu. Är här för dig tills vår värld tar slut. O jag minns när du sa att det räcker nu. Men jag har vaknat nu så jag fattar nu. Att utan dig finns inte jag o när du ser på mig är du glad. Mycket har hänt, händer mycket igen. Men jag lovar att allt kommer lösa sig sen" Här sitter jag, mitt i natten, utanför mitt hus, på trappen som många av våra hej och hejdå har tagit plats och sitter och gråter ut mitt hjärta. Helvete vad jag saknar dig. Min finaste Dante Lindhe.

du var varje sommarnatt

But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer?

I staden där jag trodde att jag träffat alla fick du mitt hjärta att stanna