no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)

If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options." -Bella