"Only you can bring the color in"Name: MindyAge: 22 years oldLocation: MarylandHeight: 5'6Started October 25, 2010HW:235 GW:150 UGW:140CW:
" The newspaper headline screams: “Eighteen-Year-Old Slain by Husband after Giving Birth.” As you continue reading, you learn that the young woman was brainwashed by a strange blood-drinking cult who call themselves a “family,” though none of the members were actually related. The young woman’s husband was much older than she and had a history of violence. In fact, you learn that her husband used to stalk her prior to her marriage, watching her secretly from the woods near her home and climbing into an unsecured window at night to watch her sleep without her knowledge. Once the young woman, then seventeen, was initiated into a relationship with the man and his “family,” she was encouraged to marry right after her high school graduation. The young woman reportedly had bruises all over her body after returning from her honeymoon, where she also reportedly became pregnant. Her husband was not happy about the pregnancy and wanted her to have an abortion. She refused, eventually leading to him ripping the child from her womb, then, draining her of her blood until she finally stopped breathing. Sounds torturous and sick, doesn’t it? But in fact, this is the basis of a tween-teen literary phenomenon called the Twilight saga… " |
| - Twilight and Philosophy, p.178 (chapter by Rebecca Housel/via theharpy) (via lilmissbuttercup) (via the-more-you-mo) |
Bonnie is always yelling at me to fold my jeans or to put the toilet seat down again. ~ Jamie C. Bower
(via love-bottom)
Ginny > > > > > Bella
Ginny and Bella’s quotes are originally from the icon made by wicked_visions.
thisthisthisthis
THIS. IS. EPIC.
Ginny and Hermione are utterly utterly brilliant.
Fuck you twilight! (I hate so very much!)
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My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt - sleeve-less, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when i was only a few months old. It was in this town that I’d been compelled to spend a month every summer until i was fourteen. That was the year i finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed me in California for two weeks instead.
It was to Forks that i know exiled myself - an action that took great horror. I detested Forks.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.OH MY ACTUAL THE FUCK I CANT OH AH LMFAO win.
lmao!
