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adrianna | 22 | god & twilight

[twilight-midnightsun]

“As a man of peace, Jasper struggled. But as a man of war, he was more that I'd ever imagined.”

[Midnight Sun]

[inspired]

[shenzi-hemlock]

Touching grass is not enough, some of y’all need to touch the hem of His garment.

[johnanderton]

Any sort of safety I’d felt with these strangers vanished as soon as I saw him.

He was blond, like the first, but taller and leaner. His skin was absolutely covered in scars, spaced most thickly together on his neck and jaw. A few small marks on his arm were fresh, but the rest were not from the brawl today. He had been in more fights than I could have imagined, and he’d never lost. His tawny eyes blazed and his stance exuded the barely contained violence of an angry lion.

[theunmarkedtombstone]

"In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse." The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot

WE'VE MET BEFORE dir. Yulin Kuang (the storytellers: new voices of the twilight saga)

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[probkast-commsopen]

I think Dean would have thought until the very end that his brother was alive

[ryebreadgf]

[melonatures]

women who spend their saturday nights giffing a mediocre show very few people are watching you are god's blessed creatures and i love you

[edtwilightlla]

"Bella got to school quite early and, seeming intent on enjoying the sun while it lasted, sat at one of the seldom-used picnic benches while she waited for the first bell to ring. Her hair caught the sun in unexpected ways, giving off a reddish shine that I had not anticipated."

- Edward Cullen, Chapter 8: Ghost

[magpie-trove]

The first verse of What Child is This but over a painting of the Pieta

[magpie-trove]

[mademoiseli]

"And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn." - Luke 2:7

"This man [Joseph of Arimathea] went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid." - Luke 23:52-53

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

I refuse to believe Edward isn’t a chronic journaler and letter writer. Gross oversight by smeyer there. Tell me he didn’t write hundreds of letters for Bella just in their first year.

First there were the furious passages in his journal from when he tucked tail and fled to Alaska. As his mind levels out, they re-orient from self-deprecation to curiosity about her. He comes back but keeps his distance after the accident— he makes up for it by writing letters he’ll never send her. When he realized he was falling for her (and in denial about it), the ensuing drafts sound an awful lot like Mr. Darcy’s first proposal. When he’s accepted he’s in love, he goes into all the great gory details that he’s sure would scare her away in their intensity.

The (still unsent) letters and journal entries from his time away in New Moon show his rapid descent into desolation. They’re barely coherent, by the end, except for the very last letter he wrote on the plane to Italy— his final goodbyes.

Bella doesn’t know about any of these letters until the end of New Moon, when Edward’s trying to convince her that he’s really back, this isn’t a dream, and he never stopped loving her. When they go to his house, it’s not for the vote: he wants to show her the proof. She gets halfway through one letter before she can’t read through her tears.

Of course he doesn’t stop writing after this. But from then on, letters always make their way to Bella.

[nomorechoirs]

“To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks

[ceciliastark]

the sick masochistic lion concerns himself with the opinions of the stupid lamb

[jaeausten]

Mr Darcy + Costumes.

[twilight-midnightsun]

“As a man of peace, Jasper struggled. But as a man of war, he was more that I'd ever imagined.”

[Midnight Sun]

[inspired]

[astromechs]

for context, bella is about to pour cheerios

[ginwhitlock]

I love writing Bella like a begrudgeoned victim to her own story. I love writing Bella like the world is passing her by and my god is she running and running but all that gets her is tripping on a rock, a rock that shouldn’t be there but for the love of Christ is most definitely wedged into the soil and scrapes the first two layers of skin off her shins. I love the idea that Bella is a victim, not only to the supernatural, but to her own life, to the mother that wishes to be a child, to the father that wishes his daughter was still little, the childhood bestfriend that remembers her with all the fondness in the world but who she remembers in fuzzy countertop snapshots because she was too busy being big rather than small and she won’t admit it. I love watching this girl, who has always been independent and brave not because she wants to but because she needs to. I love hating her for it. I love pointing at Bella Swan, on the ground, her pale hands over her bloody leg, and yelling at her to get up and finish the story. To fight her destiny. To actually love who she wants to with the consequences. And in return her looking up at me, the girl who is her in all the way that counts, that read her story too young and too sad, and barring her teeth. I love writing her as the animal who gets her leg stuck in a bear trap and chews it off trying to get out. I love knowing, in the end, all that gets her is bleeding out.