"I felt like – like I don’t know what. Like this wasn’t real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire’s wife to shack up and procreate. Nice."
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 10, p.185 (via thefinalriot)
Sun, June 6th 2010
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