#userbrontes

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

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The scars were like a lighted billboard. Dangerous, they screamed. How many vampires had tried to kill Jasper. Hundreds? Thousands? The same number that had died in the attempt.

It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

The moment I saw you, I knew it’d be the closest I’d get to being… close. I didn’t know what to do with that feeling. Happiness.  

We are Naomi and Emily. It didn’t matter because we love each other.

I’m the world’s most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice… my face… even my smell. As if i’d need any of that. As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off.

I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was 12. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you, and I was so scared of the way I felt, you know, loving a girl, that I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away and made you think things were your fault, but really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kind of spite you for having a hold on me and I’m a total fucking coward, because I got these these tickets to Goa for us three months ago but I I couldn’t stand I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back, and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me.