I love Twilight
I adore Robert Pattinson
ME and My twinky have a Robpathology cult site
I get violent when people say Edward doesnt exist
I created a theory that proves Edward's existence
When Did You First Read Twilight (year) and how many times have you read a Twilight Book (total)?
2008- read it five times, new moon as well, eclipse tree, breaking dawn eight
Team Edward or Team Jacob? Why?
Team Edward I prefer mountain lions:P Jacob is funny but that's about it Edward is the whole package: smart sensitive, polite, chevaleresque, unbelievably hot, selfless, passionate, kind, generous, ok enough!! get my point ryt?
Which Character Are You Most Like?
People say I'm totaly Bella but I think I have Edwards mood:P
Duh Breaking Dawn
What is Your Favorite Music
Favorite Movies, TV Shows, Games:
Twilight,Supernatural, Bones, House, the unit, SNL, ... tons more
"Why am I covered in feathers";
I was freaking out because I had no idea how to do this, and I was afraid to walk out of this room and face the unknown. Especially in French lingerie. I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet.
How did people do this – swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had – with less than the absolute commitment that Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him – unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally – I’d never be able to get up off this floor.
Don’t be afraid. We belong together.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 5, p.85
I would have been happy to lie here forever, to never disturb this moment, but my body had other ideas. I laughed at my impatient stomach. It seemed sort of prosaic to be hungry after all that had passed last night. Like being brought back down to earth from some great height.
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 5, p.86
My first instinct, the product of a lifetime of insecurities, was to wonder what I had done wrong.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
You… bit a pillow? Why?
Do not say the word fine. If you value my sanity, do not say that you are fine.
Ugh! Why can’t you just read my mind already? It’s so inconvenient to be a mental mute!
I was perfectly happy. Totally and completely blissed out. Now – well, I’m sort of pissed actually.
That. That right there is why I’m angry. You are killing my buzz, Edward.
You listen to me, Edward Cullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn’t even know there was a reason to make you feel better until you started being all miserable. I’ve never been so happy in all my life – I wasn’t this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me… Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio, or when you said ‘I do’ and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it.
We’re just lucky it was the pillows and not you.
Twinking,Reading, watching tv, hicking, playing with Edward (my baby cat), sleeping.