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

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]]

They say the hardest part is confessing, but really the hardest part is being rejected. //story idea: @stimulants

"stop doing that!" "doing what?" "acting like you like being with me one second and acting like you hate me the next!" "i think you forget you're the one who gets paid to do this." (lowercase intended!) SEQUEL IS POSTED, ITS CALLED LEARN!! disclaimer: i don't own shawn or any of the magcon boys but i do own leena and her storyline.

❝you're just a bad boy with really good lips.❞ - in which a girl falls for a bad boy with good lips.

Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song. All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015 diligentshawn

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

I watched as my best friend went through heartbreak. Sat in bed for hours, just watching movies, not eating, losing sleep over this girl. Eventually I suggested he write about it. So I went away for a bit with my family, and when I came back he had a song. It was beautiful. But there was a problem. He was still broken. So we had mile markers on the road to recovery.

"I hate you.." He spit, looking me dead in the eye. "The feelings quiet mutual Mendes." I went turn away, not wanting anything more to do with this boy. "But." He grabbed my arm, spinning me back around fiercely. His cigarette filled breath hitting my lips. "I can't help but be insanely attracted to you." And I couldn't help but want to tell him. 'The feelings still mutual, Mendes'