Fallen Angel

This blog is dedicated to my favorite fallen angel, Patch Cipriano. Patch is just irresistible and smexy. I soooo love him. I mean, who wouldn't? So if he makes you wanna sin, then follow me. :)
"You're mine, angel. You have me forever."

sadwordsarebeautiful:

"You’re not alone," they say. But I am. I am.


Anonymous asked:
I want Alex Pettyfer to be Patch Cipriano, is it possible? (I hope it is possible)

I honestly don’t see Alex Pettyfer as Patch. However, I think he can be Scott.

I do respect your opinion, though. We all have different Patch(s) in our minds after all. :)


I am in love with Cricket Bell.


sadwordsarebeautiful:

I cut because I’m not brave enough to kill myself.




"It only hurts just now," she whispered over the phone, one summer night. "Just now. Think it over, please.”
And so he sighed in defeat, dropped the blade, and listened to her breathe.


Anonymous asked:
I think there's nobody like Patch, we never find him because hi is too perfect to exist even if hi would be actor,there's no man look like him because in our minds we see whole different person each girl has hers own Patch..we never match in one man, one person, one actor, that's why are books so amazing they give freedom to our fantasy,I love him but I never imagined his face I don't need this I love his character, I love his smile and the way he speak, I'm sorry I hope you understand me

I have this strong urge to re-read Hush, Hush.

ewprincess:

"walk barefoot on shards of glass and tear open the veins in your wrists because she’s in your heart, in your skin, and in your goddamn veins. don’t forget to pour salt on your wounds, and smile even though it feels like she broke that, too. that’s what it feels like to be ripped in half by heartbreak."
left a stain of words in a bathroom stall today, the concept of anonymity enthralls me.

ewprincess:

"walk barefoot on shards of glass and tear open the veins in your wrists because she’s in your heart, in your skin, and in your goddamn veins. don’t forget to pour salt on your wounds, and smile even though it feels like she broke that, too. that’s what it feels like to be ripped in half by heartbreak."

left a stain of words in a bathroom stall today, the concept of anonymity enthralls me.

(via narcissisticillusions)


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