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Don’t take too long, Mrs. Cullen.


spunkhandsome:

- Don’t see it that way.
- Well, l have no other way to see it. ‘Cause it’s me who’ll lose you. And l don’t choose that.
l don’t choose that.


spunkhandsome:

“Maybe they’re behind it.
In Italy, I read Aro’s mind.
He wants me and Alice to join him.
He knows we’ll never choose him as long as our family’s still alive.”





movie/character: twilight / edward cullen    ↳ ”You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”

movie/character: twilight / edward cullen
    ↳ ”You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”


I don’t want to be a monster


What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?



Edward Cullen + Twilight: “If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not ashamed of it.” 
inspired by x

Edward Cullen + Twilight: “If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not ashamed of it.” 

inspired by x


Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?




I wrenched the door out of my way―ridiculously eager―and there he was, my personal miracle.Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips―twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead―partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair …I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary―sort of like my bone were turning spongy. I was also a little lightheaded, but that could have been because I’d forgotten to keep breathing. Again.” (x)

I wrenched the door out of my way―ridiculously eager―and there he was, my personal miracle.
Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips―twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead―partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair …
I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary―sort of like my bone were turning spongy. I was also a little lightheaded, but that could have been because I’d forgotten to keep breathing. Again.” (x)



“Oh,” he finally said. The tone of his voice worried me that my avalanche wasn’t coming fast enough. I peeked up at him and, sure enough, his eyes were unfocused as he listened to something I’d rather die than have him hear. - Eclipse, Page 532.

“Oh,” he finally said. The tone of his voice worried me that my avalanche wasn’t coming fast enough. I peeked up at him and, sure enough, his eyes were unfocused as he listened to something I’d rather die than have him hear. - Eclipse, Page 532.