Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.
"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." [Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 4, p.93]
Guoda. Lithuanian. Dreamer. Loves making graphics. Too obsessed with her cat. Loves cold and rainy weather and can’t stand heat. Can’t live without sweets. Enjoys music, books, various movies and TV shows, photography, pc, etc. Huge fan of twilight, heroes, harry potter and gossip girl. Want to know more?