Today Is The First And Last Day

Thank You-for Her-for Everything." _edward Cullen

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

I Belong Wherever I Want To Be.

So Eager For Eternal Damnation.