There are no blood-red roses and moonlit walks at midnight.
There is no dude out there whose deathly-pale skin sends chills down your spine when he touches you.
There is no one out there with eyes that glow golden when he’s hungry/sexually aroused.
There is absolutely no guy who is going to love you for “eternity”.
Or stay as attractive and fit as he was at 17 forever.
And one day your boobs are going to sag and your face will wrinkle, too.
There is no mysterious, burdened, hunk who is going to come crashing through the highschool window, pick you up in his strong, vampiric arms and rescue you from 4th period study hall.
He isn’t lightening fast and if you’re in complete traumatic trouble, he’s clueless.
THERE IS NO EDWARD CULLEN.
So wake the fuck up, girls.
he’s a modern-day prince charming of a lie.
“Of COURSE he plays the piano. What was I thinking!?”
Thanks, but I can fight off my own damn werewolves.