After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?
If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.
You never know how much time you'll have.
Why am I covered in feathers
I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me. Bella Swan