A drug, a bad bad bad bad drug.
Sometimes your heart bleeds a symphony and sometimes it just bleeds blood.
“I’m easily wooed by mythical characters,” she told him sheepishly.
The blood in her palms danced within her veins.
He is my Jacob Black; my savior from darkness, my friend, my love. We were in love with each other, and it just wasn’t meant to be. He was right. I did love him. I tried to set boundaries, but limits were so hard to keep when I was in love with him, more so than I allowed myself to realize. What had my stupidity cost us? Weeks? Months? Years of agony without each other. I missed him. I missed my pup, my Jacob Black. I wanted my distance. No matter how much it pained him…he gave that to me. I didn’t want him erased from my life though.
The weirdest parallel ever. Thank you.
There’s nothing like an unexpected death to change your perspective on the way you’re living.
You don’t even know the hurt you’ve caused.
She was disgusted with herself. Recoiling from her own blood-stained hands.
Shoot me in the mouth and be done with it.
Please just let me drop into the six-foot grave quickly. Back where I came from. Quick and there won’t be any trouble.
