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my #ShatterMe #ShatterMeSeries 10+ many many edits +so much love ig post:

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+ my Shatter Me Series playlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/706511980681478144/books-shatter-me-series?source=share&_branch_match_id=1002972241251459274&_branch_referrer=H4sIAAAAAAAAAx3JQQqAMAwEwBfVXATB39QS26Ixmmyt%2Fl5wrlOA02eiiAFNlt2GpEKvNosGiQCbhwrvJSIrhAsb06K6efDyfxAOzlbZaRqPle%2F8XKmnD47NAldaAAAA

“You don’t want to fix me, then? You don’t have a long list of things I need to work on?”

make me choose

make me choose: @iparisjunes asked: warnette or wessa?

“Please.” He says, “Please don’t shoot me for this.”

And he kisses me.  His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s so effortlessly sweet. And then it changes. “Oh God—” He kisses me again, this time stronger, desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away. He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind and he’s looking at me like something has broken inside of him, like he’s woken up to find that his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay 

and I’m falling.  I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.

the tattoo is sitting below his hip bone. 

H e l l  i s  e m p t y a n d  a l l  t h e  d e v i l s  a r e  h e r e. 

make me choose: @jacqueline56 asked: warnette or pynch?

it hits me with a painful force, of just how much i love her. god, i love all of her. her impossibilities, her exasperations. i love how gentle she is when we’re alone. how soft and kind she can be in our quiet moments. how she never hesitates to defend me.

i love her.