I miss my truck.
Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 1, p.7
I miss my truck.
Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 1, p.7
I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.
God, Rob’s not here, guys. I don’t know what to do. [x]
As everything, everything ends;

I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.
“Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.” -Jack Kerouac
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop.”