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First:Twilight,New Moon and Eclipse belong to Stephenie Meyer!!
Some of my favorite twilight/New moon/Eclipse quotes!
I made this in paint quite a while ago,I like how it turned out so I decided to just post it^^
If you haven't read the books yet,I think you should seriously consider to read them
I like comments!(But no bashing please.)^^
Some of my favorite twilight/New moon/Eclipse quotes!
I made this in paint quite a while ago,I like how it turned out so I decided to just post it^^
If you haven't read the books yet,I think you should seriously consider to read them
I like comments!(But no bashing please.)^^
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just reading these quotes makes me what to read the series again
couple good ones from the brief preview of the first chapter of Breaking dawn
— in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?
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It wasn't bright out — a typically drizzly day in Forks, Washington — but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.
couple good ones from the brief preview of the first chapter of Breaking dawn
— in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?
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It wasn't bright out — a typically drizzly day in Forks, Washington — but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.