

Turning point Jacob and Bella.He was pressed against me closely from behind with his warm arms slung around my waist in a loose embrace.Turning point Jacob and Bella.
I could feel his soft lips on my scalp moving as he breathed, and his heated chest rising and falling against my back. his long legs were tangled up in mine my toes pressing into his calves. Our bodies matched up as we slept, The back of my body curving perfectly into his front, despite his height. We fit perfectly against each other even our breathing was in unison. That was my turning point, when I realized how much I not only needed jacob but wanted him as well.
I loved him.
I realized ever


You Smile.you smile.You Smile.
I know what you mean by it but my heart takes it in flutters, stroking my insides, softly remembering your fingers.
You touch my hair framing my blonde streaks. Its' not intended as romantic but my cheeks warm to dark red.
Our hands brush, and you don't notice but my fingers turn to statues as your soft warm skin runs along my finger.
It fades to soon.
Waterfalls heating my veins flood my body with streaked red chills spiraling through my chest, leaving painful happiness in a path of destruction behind the heated lines.
Curl's wrap my bo


Story of my life.I hear a scratchy sweet voice fall into my ears gently pictures fade in and out, black and white, technicolor. Of late movies smiles little sisters, sleepovers, happiness. Slideshows of my favorite tv show, our favorite. Hours and hours of marathons of that show. Tea with milk and way too much sugar warming our hands. Filming, blood flooding my cheeks in embarrassment as there words pierced my ears. That sucked. Then gossiping the 3 of us and the moon, texting to boys as we giggle about our pointless obnoxious questions. dark brown black and dirty blonde hair tangliStory of my life.


Boys______=a guy I don't wanna say his name _*_*_*_=a girl don't wanna say her nameBoys
PART 1: ______. Black hair. Charming smile, with lips that spread over dark red braces. Dark flirty, twinkling eyes. You can see a universe in those. Long skinny dark fingers. Skin colored like burnt caramel. He's the first boy in a while that I've met within a year above or below my age, that's taller then me. Thats not actually true he's not taller, but he appears that way because he's skinnier we're actually about the same height, and I hate him. My first impression was basical


rainbows run on rainy daysIf I could, I'd fill a book with your charms, and they would present themselves in such colors as had never been seen;rainbows run on rainy days
I'd cram it into a shoebox and shake it and let it rot into dust;
Crush it, dry it, just-add-water and pour them into an empty root beer bottle;
Smash it against a wall and watch the glass shatter and colors run down in rivulets like blood and lemonade and blue-raspberry-Kool-Aid;
Watch your true colors drip-drip-dripping down the wall to the floor and pooling at my feet and between my toes;
Start to run and let all of it peel off with each step, feel them s
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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~piiiink puhrincess <3 xoxo
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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~piiiink puhrincess <3 xoxo
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...which roughly translates to I want to get into your underpants.
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