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Artgirl by foreversmilin
Artgirl
foreversmilin
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sequel to Mailboy, second book in the Paperweight series. - - - ❝She never told him that every time she uses green paint, she sees the color of his eyes and she either wants to drown herself in it or set it on fire.❞
The Codeine Scene by hopethehippie
The Codeine Scene
hopethehippie
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  • Parts 22
Evelyn Jaynes has been living in New York City for two years. A creative, timid spirit, Evelyn keeps mostly to herself, relying on writing to express her thoughts. But when she meets a tall, quiet man by the name of Andrew, she discovers that using her gift might be the ticket to achieving the most out of life. // "The Codeine Scene" is still a work in progress. I haven't edited anything, so if you notice any drastic faults, have no fear- they'll be fixed eventually. Also, you'll find a youtube video on every chapter with the song that inspired it. Thank you so, so much for choosing to read my story! Please comment, follow, or like if you want.
Flames in Our Veins (John O'Callaghan/The Maine) by sheeeran
Flames in Our Veins (John O'Callaghan/The Maine)
sheeeran
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  • Parts 4
He met a girl. She was incredible. - she was perfect - She was his muse, she was his inspiration, she was his everything. Five years ago, he gave her all of him. Five years ago, she left him. Because things change and people fuck up. Based on The Maine's 'Love and Drugs' song/mv.
Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex) by Rose682
Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex)
Rose682
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  • Parts 42
What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx