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I don’t know how to live in this world if these are the choices, if everything just gets stripped away. I don’t see the point. —Buffy the Vampire Slayer
“You still have hope, right? You’re not giving up. I know you believe in miracles.” My voice breaks, and I bite my tongue to give myself a tangible pain to focus on. I put all my strength into making my voice strong and steady. “You taught me to believe in them.” “Of course I do, honey. And I always have hope, but sometimes what we hope for changes, and sometimes we can’t hope for the thing we really want.”
“Gotta find yourself an Edward, huh? I mean, I’m team Jacob myself, but you do you.”
“My dad’s team Jacob, too,”
People live inside a carefully constructed box they call reality and refuse to see anything outside of it, but unwillingness to look beyond that box doesn’t make it any less real.
This city is a vampire—beautiful and old and seductive, living off the energy of the people it attracts. I do love the night already, the way the neon bar signs contrast with the old gas lamps and make the puddles of water from the summer thunderstorms glow like portals to another place and time, but nobody steps in them because nobody wants to be anywhere but here.
I’m scared that if I let myself be happy for even one moment that the world’s just going to come crashing down, and I don’t know if I can survive that. —The Vampire Diaries
“Honey, nobody dies a poetic death; they just die. Any way you go, you’re still dead.”
And I don’t want you to ever stop believing in vampires or God or unicorns or anything else in the world that gives you hope, even if you never get
to see or touch them. Because that’s what belief really is, a hope in something outside of yourself, and hope can never be a bad thing. Even if you think it fails you in the end, did it really fail you if it carried you through the toughest parts of your life? I don’t believe so.
I am empty, but not broken. Empty things can be filled again.
