“I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew – knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest – was how love gave someone the power to break you.”
Your mother died giving birth to you. Every woman dies in childbirth. If you have younger siblings, do not question how they got there. Truly, you do not want to know.
You have no ears, but delicate pink shells. Your teeth are pearls. Instead of hands you have small white paws. You are beautiful, and terrifying.
A handsome stranger has awakened something deep within your breast. You do not know what it is, but it is awake, and it is aware.
People keep dying of consumption. You cannot say as yet who is doing the consuming.
There is mist on the moor. There is always mist on the moor. Seasons have no meaning here.
Everyone outside of very specific parts of England is evil. This must be true. It must be, and that’s why you should never, ever leave. Ever.
bella really did imagine like the sexiest scenario ever for edward biting her neck in twilight (2008) dir. by catherine hardwicke like chaise lounge, candles, and just absolutely flawless contour bella was a monsterfucker who hit the goddamn jackpot in forks, washington and was finally going to live her fantasy and in this house we stan
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