That's me inside you'r head

Ja, jag har lagt upp den här videon förut.
Men fan vad jag älskar den.
Jag får jämt gåshud när jag kollar på den, och när jag läser dom här sidorna i boken så kommer nästan tårarna för det är så mycket känslor.
Så här är den för andra gången.

"I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes.
He was angry, naturally, that I was giving up.
His teeth were clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.
"No! Bella, no!"
My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever.
I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? 
Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like. Hapiness. It made the whole dying part pretty bearable. Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought."



Och så lägger jag in Leytons bröllopsscen också x)
" 'Peyton Sawyer will become Peyton Scott' Lucas wrote this in the 8th grade. I remember him talking about her constantly, and not just in the 8th grade. In the 9th grade, in the 10th grade, in the 11th grade and finally in our junior year Lucas gaddered up his courage and talked to Peyton for the first time right here at this lake, and she was a bitch. 
He said
'Haley, I talked to her' so when I asked him if the fantasy was finally over and he could finally admit that Peton Sawyer was human after all, he said 'No, Peyton Sawyer is not human. She is an angel. And she is my angel'"  


And belive me, she was a bitch.
"First of all, you don't know me.
Second of all, you don't know me.


Nej, jag har teknikprov imorgon, så jag måste plugga.

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