#TwilightThoughts

[mystiquedivine]

In the quiet moments where day surrenders to night, thoughts begin to wander in the shadows. This is where the unseen whispers find their voice, where twilight thinks aloud and the soul speaks without fear. Here, in this delicate balance, stories are born , not of light or dark, but of the space in between.

Welcome to the beginning of a journey through the silence, the mystery, and the unspoken truths. This is where legends awaken. This is where dusk walks.

[idkthough1]

God sometimes I just really feel for the twilight franchise. Like, the way the characters act (at least, human characters) act the way dumb teenagers act. Y’all ever hear 15 year olds talk to each other? Dumbest shit. Because everyone’s a dumb shit when you’re 15, I don’t care who you are.

But also it’s just so clear why Bella and Edward got attached to each other so quickly. Based on everything in the books, it almost seemed that Bella’s mom might have used living in Forks as a punishment, not like “do everything I say or else” but in a “well, if this new hobby of mine is an issue maybe you could take a break at Forks” or “I’m sorry I’m such a bad mom for doing all of this, if you really want to you can go live with your dad” while telling Bella everything she hated about Forks. But of course they talk about it and Renee goes “oh but I love you so much and nothing will ever come before my daughter”

Until she falls in love with Phil, and Bella has gotten so used to her mother “giving things up for her” that she learns to be okay with it, and wants to her make sure her single mother doesn’t have it even harder. So she moves to Forks, resigned to have a boring time until she…well, she doesn’t know. College of course but like, for what? The only thing Bella ever seemed to like was reading, cuz it was something that Renee never got too obsessed with.

So of course she ends up falling hard for someone who starts giving her all of this attention and wants to out her before anything, the girl is anxious as fuck, a people pleaser to a T, and doesn’t want to be left behind, like Charlie was.

This is a lot of introspection and a few bowls deep. I am not an expert on shit and I do not claim to be. Bitches just be yapping and I am definitely bitches

[etheric-echoes]

Soft silver moonbeams paint the night, As stars begin their gentle flight. Like crystal drops of heaven's dew, They sprinkle peace from me to you. Let worries melt like morning mist, As night winds blow a gentle kiss. Your spirit's garden, safe and still, Beneath the moon on twilight's hill. Dream sweetly in this sacred space, Where time flows with ethereal grace. Until dawn breaks with golden light, Rest peaceful, loved ones - gentle night. ✨🌿 -Etheric Echoes Art: Etheric Echoes #NightPoetry #EtherealDreams #MoonlightMagic #TwilightThoughts #CozyNightVibes #SoulfulVerse

[babaepoakokahitdihalata-blog]

It’s very hard to work on something you don’t believe in.

[callyxcalica]

A friend asked me if I know really what love is. I was dumbstruck. I don’t know what to answer. I kept on talking about it for forever. I say, “I think I’m in love,” “love sucks” “it’s not love” and I don’t even know how to fucking define it. It took me a minute, but I got to grasp my own definition of love. I thought of you. To me, you are love. So now I can define love. Love is when you look at someone for a couple of seconds, if they look back at you, you would stay communicating through the eyes and it would seem forever. Love is when you see someone different from the others, say for example, I see you as a cup of coffee that I drink every morning, that energizes me 24/7, that I can’t live a day without. When I look into your eyes, I see future. I see you inside our room, covered in white blanket while holding out the remote control to the TV, a sunlit morning window at your back, your clothes and mine on the floor. That’s what love is. It is when I feel confused about whose life to choose, mine or yours. Which life to retain? Mine or yours? And I am completely sure that I would choose yours. Love is when you stop thinking about yourself and you begin to know yourself less because someone developed you into a new you and you know that whenever that that person leaves you, you know you will be out of control. It is when I see the true colour of your eyes whenever we stare at each other and then smile and then embrace and then you will kiss me on the forehead. And then I will grab you and kiss you. Love is when you push me against the wall then you’d kiss me hard that I pant afterward. It is when you cup my cheeks, cares it upward and look into my eyes like a god. The softness and whiteness of your skin, that little moles on your back that I count every time that I see you topless. Your body, your kisses. That’s what love is. When the gaps between your fingers are filled with mine while walking on a lonely streets lit by the dim lights, then we would run because we are afraid of ghosts and then laugh afterward because we know that we have the same weakness, that’s what love is. Love is when I play the guitar for you, singing to the top of my lungs and doing my best because it is for the love of my life. Love. It is when I see you riding a bicycle with me during rainy seasons. It is when I feel you hug me from the back and then you would tighten it because the rain makes it really cold. Then we would both feel warmth. Then I would feel your love. Love. It is when I see you. Love. Love is… I don’t know. Love. Uhm… what is love?

Love is when I see you smiling.

Love is… when I see you happy with someone else even if it pains me so much that it got me crying every night.

Love is… when I see your future better with someone else.

Love is when you leave me for good because you can’t see a better future with me. Love is when you choose another person because you think that I am not good enough.

Love is when you hurt every person that you meet. Love is when you manipulate every fucking person on earth. Love is when I see myself crying because I know even if it is your mistake, I had the chance to change it but I didn’t choose to.

Love is…

[siamesecontradiction]

This is the reason why I love fall. It makes me feel heartbrokenly in love even when I'm on my own.

[idkthough1]

You’re telling me?? That the YOUNG VAMPIRE??? WHO WAS HAVING ISSUES CONTROLLING HIS BLOODLUST??? Just what, rode in a bus? For who knows how long? Totally fine no issues? Yeah totally makes sense

[siamesecontradiction]

Sometimes I feel myself going crazy.