He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

I'm gonna fight for you, until your heart stops beating.

I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

My mom is part albino.

I walked towards my fate with my destiny standing solidly by my side