#izbelas

[demonslayvr]

“it’s a barbecue, and i’m wearing jeans.” 

meme | accepting / sharp objects 

                >> 🔥 <<                 ❝       Y’AIN’T TH’ WORST     fashion situation here,  bells.  all yer worried ‘bout is   JEANS   while ‘m wearin’ a coat in   hot ‘n cloudy   weather.  who made th’    REAL   mistake here   ??     ❞            he snorts,  joking as he flashed her a smirk   — hoping that at least perked her up some   ——-   points for   TRYING   if not.

[ehdwerds]

@izbelas​​​​ said:          i think i deserve a kiss, you know?

❛     all you have to do is ask,     bella.     ❜    he says,     with a twinge of excitement tugging at his lips.     she ignited a mischief spirited mis en scen.

[ehdwerds]

@izbelas​​          the poets are divided.     but misery doesn’t like company,     only his.     his existence is prelude to devour and more so it’s a promise to fester in mortal wounds.     here lies a glossary o’ alabasterine,     betwixt prometheus and orpheus...     curs’d to immortality and to walk the coil lonesome.     until her footfalls whisper on the first frost.     stiffening,     aware he could catch his death in a barren moor.     there’s a premise of halcyon prayers on his tongue.     rubies unflinching,     and crystalizing in silent frustration.     what secrets do you hide behind your eyes?     those butterscotch tones,     with flecks of midas’ touch and insects in amber.     so unfamiliar to him. 

❛     i’m edward.     ❜    he says,     and it’s the first time he’s spoken in a decade.     litanies of melancholic burden in venom flux ivories.     amarodial pools,    thirsting.

[ehdwerds]

@izbelas​          hollow,    sullen boy.    i am fortune’s fool!    lachrymose preservation holds him hostage.     her convulsions begun.    he stiffens by her side.    flaxen copper dullens in the stillness of his breath.    how easily does this scythe draw closer to you?    heartbeat.    heartbeat.    oh so close to the throat.    this precipice is wavering,    shifting slow molasses.    all that’s left is the carcass of a defiant god.    in his wake,    prelude to damnation.    but here lies the purest.    aurora crushed ‘neath an eclipsed sun.    she,    always an incandescent flush even in pallor light.    solitaire fingertips reach for hers to provide some comfort.    desperately,    but hesitation is a masochists’ smile and it grows wide.    

❛     bella,    you’re okay.    it was just a nightmare.     ❜    he says.

[neveraftersarc]

i love ya

i love you most 💋

[stilescasm]

               ❛              well   if   you    think   they’re   𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚂   ,             we    gotta    do    investigating.           ❜          placing    the   tower    of    (   𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙎   )    down    on    his   table. 

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