Whydontweau Stories

"i want to sing and dance and fall in love like they do in the movies" "you're dreaming too big" the amount of ship changes this has gone through is just concerning

𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙮𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 :) 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 a collection of stories i wrote at 2am DISCONTINUED

With love comes lots of struggles. Struggles that lead to conflict, danger, and even harm. Being hurt is what changes us. Our pasts affects the way we are today. It all leads up to this. To you. We are from all that has happened, and all that will be. "You hide your anxiety with anger, don't you?"

𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 . . . in which the exchange of happy notes brought a little colour into life

When Corbyn is paired with Jack on the police force, will a love emerge?

in the city of dreams, anything is possible. why don't we x oc's au warning(s) >cursing >slight mature themes >random authors notes most likely left by maddie ^maddie: hey

One was too afraid to speak, so she silenced him. One was too afraid to show, so she hid him. One was too afraid to leave, so she chased him. One was too afraid to break, so she healed him. One was too afraid to lose, so she kept him. She was too afraid to love, but they broke her They were sinners, she made them saints. They were cold, she made them warm. They were hurt, she made them heal. They were drugs, she was the antidote. - - - " But that bruise acted more like a scar, although...not. She knew it would fade, perhaps fade into nothing or maybe, fade into something sardonic, cruel and merciless. She knew it wouldn't be permanently there, she would never let something like that stay forever. The only thing she was afraid of was: the mere bruise becoming something that would leave a deadly scar behind. Bruises are meant to mend, they are meant to heal in a matter of time. But the thing is, through that period of healing, it hurts, depending on how bad the impact was, the pain just gets worse and worse. Each time someone presses down on it, touching it, it feels like an aggressive pit of fire that stirred around in ones stomach, ready to fire out like rockets. Before you know it, you've done the same thing that someone had done to you Leaving a bruise behind. " #181 - whydontwefanfiction #962 - wdw #42 - zachherron #1 - whydontweau