ROBERT PATTINSON, the aftermath. “It Began With A Dream”
Once upon a time, there was a girl. One night, the girl had a dream... a dream about
a meadow, and a VAMPIRE. Intrigued by her dream, the girl wrote a story~a story she called TWILIGHT~a story about a meadow, and a VAMPIRE. Oh...and a girl, but this isn’t about her. *wink*
Enter (me) EDWARD CULLEN. The girl continued her story, because let’s face it,
once EDWARD ‘entered’, would you want it to end? HELL. NO. SERIOUSLY! So now we have a NEW MOON, and an ECLIPSE. Dawn breaks, along with a bed, in BREAKING DAWN.
We hope against hope that there is more to cum, a MIDNIGHT SUN perhaps? *sighs heavily* ... The girl’s story is loved. ADORED, in fact. There is a reason for this. A
One day, somewhere, someone had an idea. Perhaps they could READ MINDS. Perhaps
they could see the future, because ‘whut’ happened next would change the world as we
knew it. Someone, a very brilliant someone, decided to bring the girl’s story to life. BEAUTIFUL,
This is where it happens. This is when we are CHANGED. The moment has cum...
CASTING EDWARD CULLEN. EDWARD...UNSPEAKABLY BEAUTIFUL, VELVET-VOICED.
EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM INVITES US IN. This is certain to be no easy task. It will take
HE CAME, and it was over. Enter (me) ROBERT PATTINSON. THE ONE. UNSPEAKABLY
BEAUTIFUL, VELVET-VOICED. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM INVITES US IN. It began with a
dream, but the story is now HIS. HE’s telling it HIS way, and I am hanging on every delightful
‘wurd’ (candy...sidewalk...saucy...’durt’....). I am at HIS mercy. I’m ready for whatever cums.
LET THE FEATHERS FALL WHERE THEY MAY.
LET THE FEATHERS FALL WHERE THEY MAY.
Thank You @melarimo for your GREAT words of ROBERT wisdom we love u for them!!!
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Aaaaw! Luv you so much bb!!! You are so very welcum. You 'get me', I'm so grateful for that. And YOU. <3
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