just drink yourself to death
so i never have to see you again
i know my love, it sounds cruel
but i’m the one killing you. [x]
What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?
— New Moon, Chapter 12
The last was the picture of Edward and me standing awkwardly side by side. The contrast between the two of us was painful. He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.
— Chapter three, New Moon
