What Kind Of An Idiotic Question Is

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.

Hard To Feel Confident When You’re Surrounded By Horse-sized Wolves. Emmett Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, P.745

I Stared Because Their Faces, So Different, So Similar, Were All Devastatingly, Inhumanly Beautiful.

You're Not The Center Of The Universe, You Know.

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob