"without the dark, we’d never see the stars


           but if this is oblivion, are there any at all?”

@isabellaxm​

that girl isn’t fire, or steel, or ice;
she is the warmth of morning rays,
the softness of freshly-spun silk,
and the slow ebb of gentle rainfall.
her edges aren’t jagged and sharp like yours,
but smooth and rounded; a stone unmarred
by the cruelties of a world that would fashion it
into a weapon, into a monster.
(into you.)

she is no warrior, but something far more rare.
those beautiful eyes have seen the ugliest things
within you, and she has never looked away.
those delicate hands cradled your heart,
never minding the threatening thorns it bore.
she could have crushed it, could have broken it,
could have held it hostage or torn it apart.
instead, she brought it up to her lips and kissed,
smiling with blood running down her chin:‘if you are made of thorns my dear,
then i will be your flower petals—’

isabellaxm:

nighttime-patrons:

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@flightlesslion

about three things that i’m absolutely positive that you show know about me: my name is shannon, my pronouns are she/her, && i’ve been penning ed on/off for approximately six years! other things you should know about me? i'm twenty-one years old, and i'm currently residing in the pst timezone!

my eddie is different. regardless of whether i'm writing him in his vampire or human verses, i've decided to depict edward less like an old man and more like the seventeen-year-old boy he'll forever be. you can read why i've chosen to do this in edward's general biography if you're interested!