How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How many hours – days, weeks – of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection? I thought I’d known his face better than my own. I’d thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness of Edward’s face. I may as well have been blind. For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face. I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary, unable to find the right words. I needed better words.

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april 9th, 1990 — happy 23rd birthday kristen jaymes stewart. ♡
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“Forbidden to remember...terrified to forget.”

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cazzerz:

alimantis:

and in that moment i swear i was big sean 

GIRL

you do not play fair 

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huge-motha-fuckin-snake:

gi-nnyweasley:

harry-ron-andhermione:

professorgilderoy-lockhart:

enemiesofthe-heir:

thechamberofsecrets:

has been opened

shit

don’t worry i’ve got this

no fuck you 

can someone help me rn

HISS HISS MOTHERFUCKERS

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