You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal

She’s Just A Little Faint,” I Reassured Mrs. Hammond. “they’re Blood Typing In Biology.” She Nodded, Understanding Now. “there’s Always One.” I Stifled A Laugh. Trust Bella To Be That One.

The Bond Forged Between Us Was Not One That Could Be Broken By Absence, Distance, Or Time. And No Matter How Much More Special Or Beautiful Or Brilliant Or Perfect Than Me He Might Be, He Was As Irreversibly Altered As I Was. As I Would Always Belong To Him, So Would He Always Be Mine.

Would You Please Tell Me What You Are Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

Does It Bother You, Me Being Half Naked All The Time?

‎imprinting On Someone Is Like... Like When You See Her... Everything Changes. All Of A Sudden, Its Not Gravity Holding You To The Planet. It's Her... Nothing Else Matters.