It Must Be A Hard Thing, To

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

She Looked Around Herself, Disoriented, Like She’d Forgotten We Were At Lunch. Like She’d Forgotten We Were Even At School-surprised That We Were Not Alone In Some Private Place. I Understood That Feeling Exactly. It Was Hard To Remember The Rest Of The World When I Was With Her.

Your Hair Looks Like A Haystack...but I Like It.

The Best Part Is Coming." "what's The Best Part? You Swallowing An Entire Cow Whole?" "no. That's The Finale.

I Wish There Had Been Someone There To Vote No For Me -rosalie Cullen