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]]

━ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒. 『 imagines of shawn mendes that i got mainly from tumblr or ao3 bcs i'm uncreative lol 』 © tumblr and ao3

Cover art by @moaningmendes on Tumblr

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