‍‍ ‍ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, ‍ 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞.

icy mornings in forks aren’t for the weak, and unfortunately for me … i am the weak. slipping and falling directly on my ass first thing after stepping outside this morning wasn’t the way i wanted to start my day.

𝘩𝑒𝑦, 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑎! quiet, clumsy, plain—jane. lovelorn juliet, attracted to the perfectly—dangerous sort of romeo ﹔ exclusive to #twilightrp. 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑖 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.

surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone i loved.